I’m in the library and skiving. Don’t feel like working today – I’ve made a stab at a chapter of the novel and not got very far with it – however, I feel this novel is not going to be written sequentially but patchwork.
Feeling groggy – tired and headachy. Think I’ll finish early. I seem to have some kind of late (very late) period. Sounds like a Picasso. (“I have a very late-period Picasso”). Had a look at the arts council form – it runs to more than thirty pages and among other things you have to present a budget and say how many people will benefit from the “activity”. I don’t know where to start really.
Taxing times
Phoned the *****s at the tax office and sorted out payment of this money they say we owe them. I will file every tax return on-line in future – it’s the only way to prove you’ve done it on time. The woman asked me why we couldn’t pay it all up-front (this was after we’d had a futile debate on whether they were filed on time or not). I guess at times like these men tend to shout and women to cry – I wondered how many people that morning had shouted at her or cried on the phone. And it was only half-past nine.
Good joke about this here:
http//ratae.wordpress.com/2009/09/12/taxing-times
Bloody Christians
These people are a menace. They are allowed to stand by the clock tower and harangue passers-by telling them they will go to hell if they don’t believe in Jesus. I asked the “Mercury” seller:
“Don’t these people get on your nerves?”
“Three times a week for an hour and a half”, he said.
That’s a lot of nerves. Come back Richard Dawkins – all is forgiven.. or, I mean – er, we don’t care any more.
Kirk out