I’m reading Howard Sounes Down the Highway: The Life of Bob Dylan. It’s good stuff, he comes across as having been a right prick even before he got a record deal. I hadn’t know that Blowin in the Wind was such an old tune or that it was written for someone else. Pretty easy reading too, I was expecting it to be a bit of a slog but so far so good. It’s really made me listen to songs differently. In particular after the tale of the recording of Rainy Day Women Nos. 12 & 35, such a fine song to come from what sounds like a drunken, drugged up debacle.
I’m still trying to work out my CVS issue (read, I’m ignoring it) and now I’m trying to fill in some parts of a business case. It’s not going so well. It reminds me so much of an English exam. I’m working off a template. Each section has a number of subheadings and it’s just flashbacks to sitting doing exams where you get a question and then get told the following areas must be used within your answer. I really have to stop staring at it blankly.
Why is getting flowers delivered so expensive?
Ended up in the pub last night. A quiet drink with some dinner turned into sambuca and whiskey around 8pm. I feel fine this morning which I’m slightly surprised by and quite relieved for. A total of £25 for the evening which wasn’t too bad at all given dinner was closer on a tenner and a couple of drinks for the bar. A very good night indeed.
So I misheard. I thought I was going to a birthday party on Saturday night, I’m not. I’m going to a last day party. Which well sucks.
Yay. I have just booked two tickets for the Edward Hopper exhibit at the Tate for the day before it finishes it’s run. I’ve a friend coming over from Dublin to see it and I’m looking forward to it.
Could Batman Begins have just gotten even better? A supposed casting sheet lists T. Welling as playing Kent. Everything I hear about this movie gives me more and more hope.