Another in the ‘this post was written some time ago, but has only just been posted because we don’t have broadband’ series.
On Saturday morning I went to the library for half an hour, and then moved to Hackett’s restaurant.
In the afternoon I met Alex James, off of Blur. And cheese.
Nice bloke. He was in the local cinema with his wife and kids. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to have a brief chat and shake his hand.
I was buying tickets for The Adjustment Bureau. Alex and his family were going to see something more child-friendly.
A couple of hours before I met Alex, I put this weekend’s show out; the reason I went to Hackett’s.
Re-reading the shownotes, we seem to have covered a huge amount of conversational ground that included subjects as diverse as an email from Russell Brand (about his genitalia), to the unfortunately cancelled interviews with both Charlie Sheen and Ian (aka the Omaha poet).
The Adjustment Bureau was a good film. Anticlimactic, in the last reel, but a well-made version of a Philip K. Dick novel; ‘Inception-Lite’ is how I have heard it descrbed, a little unfairly, I feel. The Adjustment Bureau and Inception are completely different stories, they operate on distinct levels.
Sunday was a less frenetic affair.
Breakfast in bed followed by a snooze followed by a trip in to town and an All Day Breakfast (which was, in the most Hobbit-like of ways, a Second Breakfast); then back home to gather our thoughts.
I was going to wash my car while Sophie did the ironing (for which I love her just a little more), but I got distracted; Sophie put a Harry Potter film on and it was one I hadn’t seen before.
So that was that.
Two hours later and I hadn’t moved off the couch.
Not because I had become transfixed by the exploits of a fictional 14-year old boy; because I was desperately tired.
I’ve had a bunch of very bad nights in the last few weeks; nights when my ‘being asleep’ hours have been heavily outnumbered by my ‘being awake’ hours. And that is clearly not good.
Let’s face it; I enjoy spending a day at work in a tired state as much as I enjoy undertaking the long daily commute there and back in a state of tiredness.
Not at all.
So I have these periods of time when all I want to do is just sit and zone out. And sometimes doze. It’s all part of recharging; of catching up on sleep, getting rest.
Away from work I am trying to spend as much time as possible in ‘thinking’ and ‘planning’ modes.
I have so many projects stacked up on my ‘to do’ list that I seem to re-prioritise them at least twice a week; almost all of them are writing projects, though two are video-related, and one of those is to complete an video-editing job for an engineering company.
But the continued lack of broadband is a solid obstruction to finishing that.
I’d like to take a couple of weeks holiday, lock myself in the studio, fuel myself on Latte and just get on and do things.
But work – the day job – takes precedence, obv; being self-employed means that taking time off is an unpaid pursuit, even taking time off to complete various pieces of work and a commission or two.
Which is why we’re planning a trip to the US, to coincide with a lump of bank holidays and the Royal wedding.