The past week has trundled along with a great pleasancy. The Mumble was busy, The Tinky Disco Show is almost edited & finally there was Spud’s 50th, which was all jolly good fun. It was a surprise do down Leith Cricket Club, with Erb & Ting doing their bit, & Ben djing, & Victor Pope & that – it was a big gang night oot.
Back in the creative world, Im not far off finishing the new language, plus The Chisper Effect should be finished this week – I might even drive up to Aberdeenshire this week to take some photos. Also in the pipeline are 3 bits of Springtime poetry composition. The Honeymoon is the elder-sister poem to The Grand Tour, & blends my holidays with Emily last year to Italy, Paris & Seattle. I’m also shaping up to complete No Nay Never, & if Burnley stay up this season , which is looking likely, then it’ll be a great ending for the poem. The third piece is also gonna be interesting, but I don’t wanna rattle on too much about it yet. It feels good to be composing again, I am a poet & this is my natural state, & there is nothing like a Keatsian spring to rouse the sensibilities.