Jack Dracula

just discovered J to the Dizzle. that's a lot of tattoos. nice work. interesting if you google him and you see him with these same tattoos, but old, fat and bald. happens to us all.

sitting in a flat in islington. catsitting, in fact. it's quite cushy, but the flat's noisy as in other-people's-sex noisy plus train-line-running-outside-window noisy. the latter I don't mind so much, in fact i quite like it, it reminds me of when i was youth hostelling in chicago and the tracks of the Loop train ran right outside of the window. i would sit on the window ledge for hours looking out.

i need a holiday really, really badly. i find travelling incredibly healing. all this anxiety and sadness and worry just slides off me the minute i'm on a high-speed in the open country. i'd like to try Canada. or Colorado, even if just to see how this song matches up to the real thing.

i'm working part time at the moment. 2 days a week. there's a guy there who, several times a day, has to literally wrestle, steely jawed, sweaty browed, through the fronds of a formidable potted fern to get round his desk. It's quietly hilarious, but also pretty profound in its staging of that eternal, elemental struggle between Man and Plant.

and on that second consecutive plant-themed blog ending, i love and leaf you.

oh P.S. i saw Howl the other day. see it if you have a shred of self-respect.