Thursday, January 17, 2002

Baby sitting tonight. A couple of hours entertaining the kids. Must get to bed early tonight, no playing with Radio till the late hours of the morning.  4:58:21 PM

Been to see the Opthalmist with Esme. Her eye now it's been surgically straightened looks fine, but they think that her 3D vision needs improvement, and they need to work on that before she's 7 (she's 3 now). So it's back to the patches -- for 3 hours a day. I hate the patches, which is partly why she hasn't worn them before. This time, and for 10 weeks, she will. I want the best for her, not the best for me. Looking back, I've changed.  4:07:11 PM

Where's that cup of tea? I'm a tea drinker from hell, I am, when I'm buzzin' busy. Excited? Yep!  1:47:06 PM

Time for another cup of tea and another fag...  1:16:21 PM

Quick cup of tea, and a fag. Calm down sir, take it easy. Relax.  11:38:35 AM

Doh, so much to do. Gorra get some artwork in to the printers. Gorra get a proposal outline for the next big business plan finished by the end of the day. And I haven't even started it, just talked, and talked about it. It's going to be a whole new big colony of weblogs here in the UK. Government supported too. Ah! Tony Blair. I've always said you're a nice man. Very nice man. Even if you don't know how to use a computer. Joined up government, yes, joined up businesses, yes.  11:37:16 AM

I shouldn't fall asleep on trains. It worries me. Was I dribbling, or grunting, or calling out the name of some woman? When I wake up and yawn, people look at me, like they know something, and expect an apology. I've come back from a day trip to London, 2 ½ hours to get there, 4 ½ to get back. Arrived here at 20 past midnight. Missed my train, and they run every hour not ever half hour. Slept all the way to Birmingham. And had to wait around Wolverhampton with a dozen drunks for 40 minutes for the train. Cold, no cafe open, no vending machines working, not even the TV displays. And I hate London. I hate young tramps sitting down next to me while I eat my burger, "Hello Sir, can I..." No! All leaves me with a bad taste, makes me melancholy, flashbacks, of lonely times. Don't like it. At the tube in Oxford Circus, packed platform, tube pulls in, full already, some get on, the platform attendant, a shaved headed, full beard biker, but 5 foot 6" tells everybody to stand away from the platform the trains pulling out, screams from down the end of the platform, Stop! Stop! Train moves 8 feet, more shouting, biker wanders down platform eyes wide, concerned but measured steps. I think maybe someone's dead, injured... I look over everybody's heads, but nobody else looks with me. They read their book, magazine, newspaper -- taking it all in their stride. I hate London. I hate what big cities have done to us. Glad to be home. Family.  1:21:16 AM

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