Wednesday 22nd of August, 2001
Ve-e-e-ry tired.
Ve-e-e-ry tired.
It takes me three hours to catch up with this diary. Bah.
I get to the supermarket, so I have now stocked up up healthful things.
I do some research into the Folk music scene in Britain. There are lots of places, some of which might be sympathetic to what I do. But these are all only accesible by car, and I can't drive. Chiz.
I have a lie down and a bath to try to refresh myself, and listen to a RealAudio Jack Kornfield broadcast on the Ten Perfections of the Heart to calm my mind as I do some scales.
Then off to the gig at London Bridge.
On the way back I spot a young fox, which passes within five feet of me (although by the time I get the camera out it's gone, so no picture). I suppose that urban foxes have worked out that we are no real threat to them, since we only stand around going "Oh look, it's a fox". Whereas living in what is technically the country for many years, I never saw a single fox.