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FiftyFive ~ # 55
This picture takes me back to the start of this blog because I am back writing what I was writing then - and its a blessed relief I can tell you. What a year it has been for writing other things like articles and stuff but I am now back on course to write The Ghost which is good. Though on Saturday I am off to Australia and that is a scary prospect for have never flown south of the equator before. And also because I seem to be travelling with an academic reputation, for what I don't know - Modesty forbids me to speculate. Nevertheless, I hope I can acquit myself with the proper shade of gravitas and all that jazz. Of course the biggest problem is knowing what to pack - it is going to be cold there and since we are in the middle of summer I need to think ahead. Jumpers and jackets and thick socks seem to be in order - though Boots of Spanish Leather is playing on the CD at the moment and they seem to be a good idea too. But books to travel with for much reading will be needed and music to take too and oh - such a quandary. I hope they will get the world cup there too. Would be a shame to miss it - though not the vuvuzelas, thought I had tintinitus at first - zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. When I write I tend to overdose on a particular artist and writing Fear of Flying, Falling and Laughter led me to Nanci Griffith and Speed of the Sound of Loneliness is one of her best (written and dueted here with John Prine - and a neat video too) - you come home straight and you come home curly... your out there running just to be on the run... and here's one for you, I just found out that Nanci is a couple of months older than me, which I guess is relevant to nothing.
This picture takes me back to the start of this blog because I am back writing what I was writing then - and its a blessed relief I can tell you. What a year it has been for writing other things like articles and stuff but I am now back on course to write The Ghost which is good. Though on Saturday I am off to Australia and that is a scary prospect for have never flown south of the equator before. And also because I seem to be travelling with an academic reputation, for what I don't know - Modesty forbids me to speculate. Nevertheless, I hope I can acquit myself with the proper shade of gravitas and all that jazz. Of course the biggest problem is knowing what to pack - it is going to be cold there and since we are in the middle of summer I need to think ahead. Jumpers and jackets and thick socks seem to be in order - though Boots of Spanish Leather is playing on the CD at the moment and they seem to be a good idea too. But books to travel with for much reading will be needed and music to take too and oh - such a quandary. I hope they will get the world cup there too. Would be a shame to miss it - though not the vuvuzelas, thought I had tintinitus at first - zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. When I write I tend to overdose on a particular artist and writing Fear of Flying, Falling and Laughter led me to Nanci Griffith and Speed of the Sound of Loneliness is one of her best (written and dueted here with John Prine - and a neat video too) - you come home straight and you come home curly... your out there running just to be on the run... and here's one for you, I just found out that Nanci is a couple of months older than me, which I guess is relevant to nothing.
