Felt strange and disconnected all day. Worried a lot, did very little. Managed to finish the new Douglas Coupland. Dabbled with other projects to no great effect. Called to help with a garage clearance, which I did - getting utterly filthy in the process, which was actually sort of fun and it was quite satisfying to see the skip fill with junk as we worked. Cleaned up, and went out to a Charity Quiz event. Filled with strange and irrational misgivings prior to arriving, but managed to be sensible. We reformed the I.P.Knightley team for the evening, and suprised ourselves with a win - especially good since the quiz was on the history of Weston-super-Mare, and our team consisted of a Colonial, a Brummie, a Winscombe lad, and someone originating in Wiltshire! Remained a bit troubled and seemed to be mishitting badly in my conversation today. I think too much time spent alone is bad for me. I need a plan desperately, because pretty soon I'll have to confront things head on instead of clumsily side-stepping issues.
Lost::MikeGTN
I've had a home on the web for more years than I care to remember, and a few kind souls persuade me it's worth persisting with keeping it updated. This current incarnation of the site is centred around the blog posts which began back in 1999 as 'the daylog' and continued through my travels and tribulations during the following years.
I don't get out and about nearly as much these days, but I do try to record significant events and trips for posterity. You may also have arrived here by following the trail to my former music blog Songs Heard On Fast Trains. That content is preserved here too.
