Once I had a darkling vision, When sitting by the fireside, Of a dark and dreadful water, Forever deep and endless wide. There was anchored, gray and lifeless, Timbers rotting, oars astray,

This sort of luck you can do without!

Vodka Girl (30th June 2008, 12.51pm) Glass half raised, she pauses to laugh and I capture her distorted face in the flash-whitened photograph; we measure our inebriation

A confession from a man who likes rules.

Receiver (26th June 2008, 12.34pm, 30th June 11.42am) Your eyes fragile blue wilting over a frozen smile, lips locked in anger unable to alter; You can’t quite bring

There are ways of beginning. Take a handful of nothing and breathe a living breath all over it, as you shape and create a new meaning. There are ways of beginning.

There's a lot of people wearing hats. It's boiling inside with all the generated anticipation and a clear lack of chatting. I guess we've all made friends previously which is why we're here now.

Just back from the gym. Didn’t do much today, only some rowing. Just enough to keep my oar in.