The Road to H...

[faustus]

I dragged myself out of bed sometime during Desert Island Discs (how come if he's the most successful living composer, I've never heard of him? And what about McCartney?), may have had a bath, and wandered down to the Doves to see G, who was working a Barney and hasn't been at the Doves for weeks. N was there already, looking a little worse for wear, and Amanda was sat at the bar, looking radiant as ever. We recommended that she buy/read the Profanisaurus, because we'd love to enrich her vocabulary. One couple came in and resumed their on-going and tedious bickering, during which he a) told his wife to buy apple sauce because hers might not be any good if she made it, b) insisted that Greg Lake sang "Forever Autumn", c) the English language doesn't contain the word "pawn" apart from the chess piece. Yes, he's talking bullshit.

N went to get some lunch, G beat me at chess twice, and I wandered home to get some writing done. Good news is I wrote 2000 words, bad news it's not something I'd budgetted for so I need to cut 2000 words, ideally from something I've not yet written.

101,272 / 160,000 (63.3%)

N had phoned to see where I was, and invited me to play Fahrenheit in the evening. I did, even though I'm still lousy at PS (or any) games. Of course, N's tendency to take the controller off me to do the harder bits - so I don't get dispirited - means that I'm not really learning to get better from my mistakes. (I'm used to losing. I've learnt loads.) Fahrenheit is pretty impressive, and I noticed we didn't play Speed Golf, which I kicked his ass at.

That left me a couple of hours in the pub, where I sat and edited the novel and occasionally chatted with G and New Craig. Nobody got given any dog biscuits. G was locking up the Bell&, so naturally I wandered down there with him, and what with the world being the way it is I got home at 2am. So much for an early night.

Tonight I'm likely to have a house guest, so I don't foresee it being any earlier.