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An early morning stone clear in which the subject of drainage may have been discussed. But a beautiful autumn morning which you might enjoy even if you hate the idea of moving stones around.
All the stuff going on in the week makes it hard to get on with any actual proper work, but aside from trying to get motoring on “Everything Happens (For No Reason)†I don’t really have any proper work. But could get on with that, I suppose. Part of me feels I’ve done enough in 2020 to justify a bit of a rest, though part of me thinks I should come up with some more ideas about raising funds to help out my industry and the world beyond.
There’s plenty I could be doing.
Though it turned out there was enough fiddly bits and bobs to get me through the day. I had to do some rewrites on the Punani album, record stuff for RHLSTP and thought it was time for a newsletter.
Here it is with news of LIVE RHLSTP gigs (email me if you think you deserve a ticket for the 300th one), Taskmaster, The Problem With Men and Grayson Perry’s doodle.
My autograph has become very lazy over the years and is just two squiggles, one of which vaguely looks like an R and the other of which doesn’t really look like an H, but maybe that’s a g at the end. It makes signing hundreds of things in a row relatively easy, but I did wonder today about whether people would prefer it if my autograph looked like it was my name. But are you allowed to change? Won’t it make all future autographs look fake if they don’t correspond with this weird thing that has somehow become what I sign. My signature for cheques (can’t remember when I last needed that) or contracts is different again, but lazy and unreadable in a different way. Perhaps it doesn’t matter. It’s not like it’s ever going to be worth anything.
Plus if you want to make it look like you have a signed copy then my autograph is super easy to forge. You’re welcome.
With time running out in the day I resolved to mow the lawn and then made fairy cakes with the kids before getting the rascals to bed and then enjoyed a bottle of nice wine with my wife. We have been together for nearly 13 years now (only my relationship with Warming Up has been longer) and I asked her what she thought she would be doing and where she would be if we hadn’t got together. It’s impossible to know. My best guess for myself would be in a grave somewhere (maybe a shallow one), but would Catie have done better or worse if she’d passed on the chance to be with me?
I think we all know the answer.
I have been very lucky.
Other kids might exist, but our two wouldn’t. I can’t believe that any other kids we’d have had would be anywhere near as good as these two though. Well, maybe better than the younger one.
I reckon we can do another 13 years, by which time the kids will be technically adults and I will be ready to die/go into a home. Let’s catch up in October 2033 to find out if I am right.
