Espionage - August 10 2002

09.04 am - considerably later than yesterday, as I have spent the
past hour typing words into Google and finding out my biorhythm
profile. Apparently all the indicators hit a nadir yesterday and in two
weeks time, every single indicator goes to the top of the chart, I have
no idea what this means, but it seems quite promising.

Yesterday (09) I woke up at 6.15 am, even though I didnt have work, and
wrote an email to Kit, wrote up my online journal and fed the cats, who
looked a bit sleepy, I had to do the Pattern again for Tabby, as if one
bit of floor as opposed to another made any difference.
I emailed Erin as well. I havent had an email from her for a while, as
I expect she is busy. But I forgot to text her like I usually do in the
week.

Played the guitar and worked out chords for a new song, which is based
on another poem I wrote recently. This put me in a good mood as for
once the guitar was in tune and it all worked.

I had intended to have a bath, but I was still playing when my wife got
back from her run. So I didn't. A little later I fed my Mum and Dad's
cat and then went round to Christie's to get my haircut. Since the last
time was when I went to Camden, it was still short, so I had a grade
three at the sides and back, but it grows quite quickly (or seems to) -
and since I will spend four days at the Reading Festival without a
chance of washing (unless it rains) I wanted it short. I hope it isnt
torrential rain, I am not about to set sail in the tent, nor do I want
the field to look like the trenches from the First World War,
particularly.

I went in Leigh Record Exchange and bought some CDs including a Jimi
Hendrix BBC Sessions CD, a couple by recent bands (including Blink 182
which I had to replace a duff copy bought last week) then I was walking
to Leigh, and it was 12.45, so I rang Erin on the phone, to see if I
would get lucky. I haven't been so lucky with calling in the past
coupla days as she has been busy. And she was there, and we chatted
about lots of things. It stopped raining and I sat on a bench relying
on my double thick Levis to absorb the damp from the seat. I smoked a
cigarette or two and we talked about Lord Of The Rings, which I had
wanted to talk about a few days before.

Then I went into Leigh, and it started raining again. It always seems
to be raining at present, I am not sure if I can handle it too well. I
went in this shop and asked for an item I had been searching for, for a
long time, and they said try London. Yeah right. I went in Ugos and had
a latte and a grilled chicken sandwich and stood at the bar dripping
"another drowned rat" I said to the barman. I looked through the CDs I
had bought, the Hendrix one was good as it had liner notes about how
the stuff was recorded: one item I recall was how when Lulu invited
Jimi to play on her show in the sixties they thought that Jimi would
just do Hey Joe and go, but of course Jimi being Jimi, he didnt, and
started a massive jam session which could be heard all over the
building till they pulled the plug on him.

I went in Fives and met a chap I have known since 1980, and he said he
had a new band but no gigs to November, but he would text me if they
had anything earlier. Their band is called Love Gun Deluxe and they
play Jam and Clash covers, I asked why they dont do their own songs,
and he said that people dont want original songs, and I said that was
bizarre. Although, he added they may include a couple of numbers from
the old band's set.
He mentioned that he had played Paul Weller's guitar from the front
cover of In The City. Or rather picked it up and strummed it.

I bought some more stuff, including the new Bowling For Soup single and
then went off to get a new printer cartridge.

I have been listening to Shenanigans since 7.30 this morning. Its a
good album. I had to buy a kilo of IAMS for Longhair and some bog paper
as well.

I got in and the weather had turned hot again.

My wife went to the Gym, I had a bath and went online for a while,
strangely my wristwatch was two hours out, I had to reset it
8.45.

I had some tea which I had to buy myself, as we had run out of bread,
so I had a bacon sandwich. Then I went online in chat, and chatted with
Erin. There were a lot of long pauses between messages as she was
talking to others and they were busy talking. So she came back and
asked Whatcha up to? and my wife is telling me to get off the computer
and I am sitting there trying to chat. I guess it happens
sometimes.

I wonder how many times people approach people they like and instead of
one person making all the running they do too, so the two of them meet
halfway. It annoys me that when I do have the chance to talk I get
tongue tied, try having a conversation sometime and try to just keep
talking, it's not possible. The brain cannot work that fast.

I dont think getting me off the computer at 11.30 is really going to
help at all. I keep things light because thats what I must do, it's
hard but thats the way it is right now.

There is a big storm overhead with lightning and thunder as I write
this. Sometimes we say things to each other that can be read two ways,
one way they are just a comment , the other way they are a rebuke. I am
listening to Nickleback's album now, just put it on, and the thunder
rumbles in the distance. I suppose Thor is having an off day, maybe his
computer has crashed or maybe he just wants to throw his hammer about.
Maybe Freyja has gone again, and that really annoys him. He has to put
up with Loki's twisted sense of humour as they go off to bargain again
with the other lot that have kidnapped Freyja.

"It's raining again, Loki," says Thor. Loki makes a face. "Look at
this, my cloak is soaking." Loki makes a joke, and Thor gives him an
icy stare. They are walking along a valley and the rain pours down
endlessly. They come across an old log cabin which appears deserted.
Then a huge troll appears. The troll is in a foul mood. He starts
making fun of Thor, who glares at him, "go away, I cannot deal with
this right now." The troll, expecting a fight, wanders off to hassle
Billy Goat Gruff again. Loki enters the cabin, he then calls to Thor,
who also enters the cabin, "Look, it's a note from Freyja!" Loki says
excitedly. He passes it to Thor who reads it twice. A smile is on his
face. "Is it good news?" Loki asks, nervously. Thor nods, and they
leave hurriedly, Thor breaks into a run and Loki has trouble keeping
up. They reach the end of the valley and enter the pass between the
valley and the next. It grows darker and a storm breaks over head, but
Thor is still running. Loki magics a spell and flies along side Thor.
They emerge upon a plain which stretches for miles and there is a green
tower some distance away. "She's in the green tower!" says Thor, "it
seems that her captors have had a big celebration and they are asleep.
We must approach carefully and make sure we dont wake up anyone." The
two of them enter through the great door of the tower and step over the
sleepers, trying to be as quiet as possible. They climb the stairs to
the top of the tower, and enter the turret room, where Freyja is
standing looking out of the window. She turns and the relief on her
face when she sees first Thor and then Loki is apparent. "We must stop
doing this," says Thor, "the people have bad harvests when you are not
there, and, " he pauses," I miss you." He looks at his feet. Freyja
smiles. They walk back down the stairs, and then Loki sneezes. Some of
the sleepers begin to wake up and the three of them have to hurry out
of the tower and run. A few moments later a horn blows the alarm, and
the sleepers have awoken and come racing out of the Green Tower. Thor
and Freyja are running and Loki is chucking out spells left and right,
but to no effect. The storm is directly overhead and they dodge
lightning strikes and huge fireballs that come racing down. The
sleepers are gaining on them and it looks like they will catch them.
And then Freyja will be back in the Green Tower. They make the pass and
Thor smites his hammer bringing down rocks so the pass is blocked, and
the sleepers cannot reach them. They then walk back to Folkvang for a
cup of tea and a chat.

Well, nobody said that journals have to be prosaic did they?

I may find out the price of tents today, assuming that I find a shop
selling tents. I hope Erin had a nice night's sleep.