Cameras are odd things - and this idea that they never lie is a lie, for surely the Lilliputian proportions of this picture are all wrong and I am a gulliver here. Still, this is the desk I write at and am writing at now, taking a break from The Fear of Flying paper I am to write for my visit to Cranberry. Made a decision to get my affairs in order today - like insurance and pensions and bank details, I have stuff all over the place and now that I have tidied my books off the floor this must be the next logical move - which is all a bit worrying. Where is this new logic coming from? Am I facing up to the responsibility of ageing or am I just kidding myself and will never get it done - time will tell, I guess. Thus, I am posting Ryan Adams singing Come Pick Me Up - cos he is the person I see inside my head and this was my kind of band when I was twenty, which suggests he is going to look like me when he is older. But I am in the process of writing and recording the acoustic CD which is fun to do. I am thinking of calling it Grey or The BOFs (work it out). Finally got to the end of Cosmopolis by Don DeLillo. Its not that I found it tough going, it was just never to hand when I wanted to read. Though have just begun Brooklyn by Colm Toibin and that is becoming hard to put down. Jeez, so many books so little time and I am researching another paper too, for publication, working title, Barack Obama, Harry Potter and the Mudbloods: race is still a four letter word It is to coincide with the release of the new Potter film but time, can I buy time, has anyone any for sale?