Friday 6th of April, 2001
Get up about ten minutes before the alarm goes and begin Sitting. But I'm very tired indeed, my body weighed down with fatigue, and I give up the Sitting and lie on the sofa and go back to sleep. I wake up again at ten past eight and start my breakfast (I've usually finished eating by now and moved on to reading my email). I feel a general sense of waste - that, having not started the day properly, I can't continue it properly. However absurd that sounds.
In the post there is a disc for me to put the new Angelaki cover on, some money from Angelaki to pay me for it (hurrah!) and an unbound proof of the new Pratchett - The Thief of Time - double hurrah!
I write a long email to the B# Round Table list - originally it was to tack on references to Steve Albini's "The Problem With Music" and Robert Fripp's ongoing critique of the music industry to Courtney Love's latest round of complaints. It turns into me setting out my Big Theory about Prince. If it doesn't get shot down in flames, I may post it as the first entry in my Rants section. Frabjious day.
If that is how you spell "frabjious".
After lunch, I'm struck by an urge to force myself further into penury. I get on a number 12 and go to Foote's of Golden Square and buy an adjustable bridge for the double bass and a drum stool, to hopefully allow me a more comfortable, controllable and predictable sitting position when I'm paying guitar. I spend more than I intended to I had just wanted to buy a normal (small) bridge and a much cheaper drum stool (or drum throne as they call it, pandering to the megalomaniacal tendencies that I have always suspected lurk within every drummer). So what else is new?
For dinner I have Far Too Many vegeburgers. Not just a lot. Not merely Too Many. Far Too Many. Of course, because they are Not Actually Made Out of Cow, they must be Good For Me, and the feeling of hideous bloating must be an illusion caused by the remarkable semblance of burgerness that they can achieve these days, not because I have absurdly overindulged.
Blp.
I think I need to read some Stephen Leacock - they read an extract from one of his works on a radio programme the other day that was the spitting image of the Four Yorkshiremen sketch. I mentioned this on the Corpses, and they asked me who this person was. I looked it up on the internet, and I'm intrigued now - I seem to remember he's very well thought-of as a humourist. I wonder what you can get.