Lambchop were absolutely spectacular! Otherwise, an odd day - literally every stone I turn seems to harbour some sort of memory. It's getting vaguely silly. Much enforced reminiscing makes me long for distant pastures. Last night I couldn't sleep - it was bloody hot again, despite the thunderstorm on Wednesday. I was lying there, thinking, planning a bit...and then without any warning I became absolutely, ridiculously angry about the indignity and sillyness of the last year at Bristol City Council, and about the spiralling chain of events it seemed to set in motion. Now most people who know me will say that I've not often lost it since last Summer, and perhaps it's only safe to do so now that things are pretty much completely over. I don't know. I'm glad it happened when no-one was around though - no-one deserves to sit through any more unhapiness as a result of this waste of time, effort, money and sanity. There - an almost honest and transparent diary entry - the first since October 1999. Things must be changing around here.....
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.
