March 1st, 1999

Monday

As Ive said before, it was lovely to see Adele last night. She told me she would call on tuesday and we'd watch a few videos. I was up by 7am. and had one of the best working days (and longest) in a while. On a normal day (although regarding writing nothing is a normal day) Id work from 10am to 5pm and I'd get a fair deal done away with but today but today I worked from 8:30am to 8:10pm. Yep a near full 12 hours. Crazy but good eh?! I only stopped twice, once at 1:20pm for luncheon (until 2pm), then I popped to the library, 3:30pm and returned to my writing at 3:50pm (library is only around the corner.)
I nailed some great lines for my play "Punched Richard" (retitled "Gorilla Blanket" in 2007.) At 7pm I was hit by the idea of a comedy type poem which I decided to call "The Pub Crawl". Believe me this is totally different from my usual darker subjects, comdey is almost unheard of in my works. I do not have a funny bone in my entire body. All of them are bruised. And sad. The piece does have a bad side of course (what doesn't?) in the fact that its an every day truth but if you cannot turn something depressing into a thing of amusement then you're screwed in Life.
I have a few other poems on the boil too of course (im a poet, its what I do) so I'll crack on with them as soon as my eyes feel better. They're slightly 'letter strained' at the moment from my marathon 12 hour writing stint!
Poured myself a soothing drink 8:30pm, im doing bloody good! But alas 1 1/2 litres of cider won't do me much good (or do me much drunk haaaa) so I pulled a fiver from my magic wallet and trotted off to the Coop to get another 3 litres of Strongbow at 9pm, just as the shop was about to close.
Got merry and happy. Fell asleep. Bliss! Nos da x

February 6, 1998

I began drinking quite early but kept a slow(ish) pace by hammering away on the Playstation. Though quite what I was looking at is beyond me! It was cider for breakfast, damn appletooth! (The beverage I mean, not my cat who ive named Cider.) Some people drink cider because its cheap but not I. I don't much like lager but have always enjoyed apple juice.
Ah wait, I remember Lorraine calling and going to the Windsor club with her to meet Rachel. Its slowly coming back to me as I write this days later.