Well now, I have reached the ton, 100 days (not of solitude and thinking about Gabriel Garcia Marquez). When I first moved to Brighton, I lived in Kemptown and today, this my hundredth of my sixtieth year, I was sent this picture from Brisbane (thanks Jen). Look how we travel, ten thousand miles away but taking pieces of our past with us. I carry Gowkshill, Gorebridge, Newtongrange, Dalkeith, Musselburgh and Edinburgh are my veins. They are all part of the heartbeat of my life. I have flown into Brisbane, on the way to Byron Bay, and flown back from it, only pausing to spend time in the wonderful QAGOMA which is the Queensland Art Gallery and Gallery of Modern Art. Australia is a country I adore and I will spend some more time there - in time. And I will think about these guys, especially because Nick Cave and I were in the same changing room trying on jeans, only last year but also because they are me fave Oz band - on yer (or something equally colloquially cliched from down under.) We like our kittens white, so we can see them in the night...
