Talking of which, I like being out of control, but lately booze is making me a little bit too out of control, and I also just want to be me. So. Dry September. September on the Wagon.
My Wellbeing Mooc told me something I didn't know: Sugar in fruit juice is absorbed more quickly and results in a rush of blood sugar and you are also missing out on the fibre. Better to have whole fruit rather than fruit juice (of which, one glass per day max). Okay!
Haven't done much on the doctorate this week, getting organised for the next push with Heidegger. However, I quietly distributed my work on the model and it was praised by people I admire in the person-centred world, which means rather a lot to me.
Having been away from great grimsby for a considerable time and not liking the FalseBook tosh very much, I lost touch with just about everybody here. But, now it seems that I keep bumping into them the longer I'm here and it's just pure joy. I'm starting to realise that your friends are just your friends and I like that.
Opportunity to play my blakesongs in the world - not the perfect audience, but it was good to have this stuff out there. And a pleasure to meet the soulful Alex Kyle, Callum on his first ever live performance, Electric Fish and the dancing girls, bring them on...
|Shake yer exotic booty|
|Alex Kyle and Elvis|
|Callum and the Electric Fish|
|The Electric Fish|