Saturday, 13 August 2011
Friday, 12 August 2011
New musical act in town on the beach. Three guitarists, two chattering dancers who avidly rolled their own cigarettes next to me as they waited their turn. Giant moon over a silver sea. Very excited small people in the audience who couldn't help but fling armfuls of sand onto the portable dance floor. So much so that one of the dancers stomped off and returned with a broom, thus ensuring clouds of sand floated up into the air and back down onto the heads of excited small people.
Very, very small, sleep-deprived child gently removed from falling onto portable spotlight. Many more small children playing tug-of -war with the cables round the back of portable dance floor.
Sleep-deprived mother found somewhere over by the bar.
And, as it happens, one of the dancers has a cousin in the province of Soria not a million miles away from the magic village...and...as it happens, both dancers are renting a house in this very street...which makes the street a lot more interesting than it was yesterday.
Thursday, 11 August 2011
Wednesday, 10 August 2011
I don't see dead people...I see these guys...mostly harmless...but you never know. I would like to let them loose on the streets of London to encourage them to chase the hooded, stickfigures. How can those not yet grown assles cause such damage?
The Scots remain hidden in the glens.
Monday, 8 August 2011
It is far too hot to do anything at all outside so here I am immersed in Photoshop and Manga studio. I am turning into a lizard so next week go to the big city to see a dermatologist. I don't even sunbathe, what a swizz.
Tomatoes, figs, grapes, raspberries ripening. Small birds lining up for free breakfasts.
Sunday, 7 August 2011
The street is unearthly quiet. Not a squeak from Henry next door since he came back. The invisible wife now has a very smart racing bike. Apart from that, I know nothing.