Thursday 15th of March, 2001
Have now run out of muesli. Am surprised this has not made the international news bulletins.
Muesli Shortage in South London. Blair steps in
Of course I could go to a shop and buy some more, but... it sounds too simple... there must be a flaw somewhere.
At Walkers, I get to work on Sue's computer, which is a groovy blue-and-white G3 with a graphics tablet attached to it. This makes everything easier and better. The morning is taken up wih laying out a new Maisie book. This involves using my imagination, which I find a bit scary. It's been a while since I had to trouble my imagination on a school day.
At lunch I do more practise - hurrah. Try playing with the presets on the Korg Pandora I'm using as a headset amp. I should have more materials - chord charts, that sort of thing, but it's nice to just play.
In the afternoon I do some work on a new Secret Project, which involves actual Photoshopping - take this bit of the picture and enlarge it, flip that, strip in this figure from different picture. Et voila! Or not voila, exactly.
Pa phones to ask for assistance lifting or moving something.
Rumours of a bomb scare in the Kennington area, apparantly causing some measure of chaos.
After I finish at Walkers - about 6:30 - I wander over to my father's house to offer assistance. There is gridlock everywhere, presumably a result of the bomb scare, though it isn't obvious where the problem stems from. The local music shop in Kennington has what looks very much like GC-friendly guitars in the window. Hmmm.
When I get to my father's house, it transpires that he has already done the thing he needed the assistance for. So I wander home, surplus to requirements. One of those occasions I'm actually quite glad I don't drive - all those people trapped in their little boxes. Of course, when I need to get to, say, Birmingham (not that I've ever really needed to get to Birmingham), the idea that I could just get in a car and go is more attractive (and probably over-romanticised - I'm sure any driver reading this is shaking their heads and rolling their eyes over the notion of "getting in the car and just going").
Late dinner, therefore.
Get distracted by a piece in Cubase so I'm late to bed. The sad thing is that these pieces are essentially four-bar loops, and never seem to get any further than that. This one seems to have a lugubrious brass section on it.