Bredonborough Rising and over the
11.39
Bredonborough.
Rising 06.50 and over the street…
… to World HQ and morning reading…
Feeling pretty bruised after the being-away from my space, places and opportunities for quiet reflection, without which I feel myself going mad. I have known people who become disturbed if they don’t have constant company. I am the other kind, the diametrically opposite kind, who has acted against type for a working lifetime in public view. For many years, I felt I must have been aberrant. Now, as a post-mature former touring-player, I accept this is not aberrance; neither is the opposite condition; nor the states and conditions in between. We are who we are; we may educate and develop what we essentially are; but best to be who we are. If we are a performer, my condition is rarely what the industry requires: more useful for professional endeavours to exemplify an existing model, a stereotype, that functions well in the public gaze, or public staring. Some performers are naturally well-cast and harmonised between who they are, what they do, what is demanded of them. They have my respect. I am not one of them.
It is warmer today than yesterday.
12.09 G-mail has been re-vibrated following the recent hacking of my account.
14.47 Shopping on the High Street…
… and lunch outside by the back door, of exceptionally tasty MinxSoup closely approximating to squerd. More High Street shopping and back to World HQ.
15.51 The latest stage in UMG-dissension is underway. Along the lines of… Well, as you haven’t sent me royalties on Summers & Fripp since 1994, the fault must be mine. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.
22.43
Pam and
Richard have visited for supper. Most enjoyable visit from these two very creative people.
Now, WillyFred needs a lot of love.
