Empty trays and a bit of a lull indicate a good time for a couple of days off. So I have some spare time tomorrow and on Friday, which feels luxurious right now. What could have been the 'Night of the Long Knives' for the Memebership Committee on #gnome becomes (after a long, hard struggle against flameage) a reasonably positive experience. Could not have made it without the support of some old friends however, for which I'm grateful. Inevitably I'm questioning my contribution - but like I said - I think we do the best we can with what we have, basing decisions on a somewhat open policy, along with prior decisions. As for how often we get it wrong, that would depend on one's view on personal responsibility and accountability I suppose. Overall, its been a troubling and tiring night - and I just hope people understand I'm not really a perl script. Much progress on literary projects too, which also provides some encouragement.
Straight to Bristol for peace vigil/anti-war demo after work. Very well attended, with press, TV and radio interest. Happy hour waving placards and receiving hoots from passing motorists. Impromptu dinner and nice chat, which was pleasant (if pretty fast!). To Colston Hall to attend what Tony Benn prefers to call a 'Public Meeting' - half rumination on power, responsibility and memoir, and half a question and answer session with the audience. Both entertaining and inspiring. There is, after all, work to be done.
The strangest of days. Expected a quiet, somewhat maudlin run back into a working week. Got an edgy worrying day with lots of scary surprises and hidden possibilities. Overall, peace was resumed - but I do worry about people. Even if its not reciprocated.
Another wedding. A silly, confusing morning puts paid to attempts to attend the ceremony proper. Much later, I get my act together and attend the evening reception. Wonderful to see the happy couple, and much impressed by Kewstoke Village Hall which is huge. Got frighteningly drunk on strange Eastern European spirits later, and 'borrowed' a secondhand take away. Strange but happy evening.
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.
