Tonight At Noon - June 29 2002

I woke up at 6am this morning (29), to make sure I had time to do
all the things I needed to do. Longhair was downstairs waiting for his
breakfast, while tabby reclined leisurely in the Longhair's basket,
because he was feeling lazy today and didn't want to get up that early
in the morning. The sun is up, and as I looked through the curtains and
opened the window it was broad daylight. So I went downstairs and made
myself a coffee.

Yesterday it was quiet at work, both my boss and the girl I work with
were away. I did some more typing on the document I had so much trouble
with the other day, then I was called in to see the Operations Manager.
THinking it was about time keeping or internet usage, I went in. He
smiled at me and said "I want to talk to you about increases" and told
me they had deceided to give all staff below managerial level a pay
rise. In my case it was another ?100 a month or so, so it will be ?60
after tax. Fantastic. Nang.

I went out for a smoke after that.

At lunchtime I negotiated a panini and a decaff latte in Starbucks,
which even though cost me ?6 I have some money for tomorrow. I am iced
about tomorrow, when at last will meet the people I have spoken to on
chat. The afternoon was quiet. I sent an email to ... although in the
current clime it may be easier to use telepathy :)

When I wake up in the morning I sometimes here a song in my head,
recently it has been "Tonight At Noon" or "I Need You (For Someone)"
which are both on the second Jam album. The words seem to echo in my
mind a bit

"Tonight at noon, when we meet in the midnight hour, I will bring you
flowers cause they're like your eyes" - thats one of the couplets from
the song. I think the title is from an Adrian Henri poem. I am not sure
as I have lost my Beat Poetry book which doesn't help.

I have been writing some poems recently that just appear in my head. I
was on the train yesterday morning, and this poem started and I had to
boot up the laptop and write it there and then before I forgot it. I
wrote it between Barking and Limehouse, then uploaded it on the site
when I got to work. I could see myself... "Why arent you working?"
"Hang on, I just got to get this poem posted." "Ah, but is it work
related? Do you have a business case for using company resources to
upload your poetry?" "No, but somebody might appreciate it." "The
poem?" "Um" "Done that report yet?" "Yes". but since I was the only one
in, it didn't matter.

So I got home, having finished reading The Seeds Of Time and went
online. Chat started early. I wrote a poem about Toes as it seemed the
right thing to do, and read it out in the chat, which involved pasting
it line by line and seeing others read it. I spoke with ... on chat and
also .... but something happened, and the chat finished a bit quick. I
shall use telepathy, it is the only way I think.

Imagine if you could read each others thoughts, it would be hard to
lie, to be sly and people would know immediately what others thought
about them. If the inmates of BB were telepathic I imagine that they
would be even more wound up than they are already. Some people say that
BB is rubbish, and I think it is simply you either love it or hate it,
there is no middle ground. I accept that it is artificial and the tense
atmosphere wouldn't be there outside of the environment in which they
are in, but the people in it are not cardboard characters, they have
feelings, they cry they lie they stab each others backs and all the
time we can see this. Tim is pretty bad, he has such a superior
attitude to everything. Alex (who comes from a similar background)
hasn't. I think thats important as it shows that money can change
people but some it changes one way and others another way. The current
speculation is that either Jonny or Alex will be the last one in the
house. My wife pointed out a poster which said "Pig must fly" which
shows what some people think.

I have pulled out some poems including one about Toes to take with me
on Saturday. I spent all evening listening to the Jam, both the first
three albums and the Live one. I am avoiding music which makes me
sad.

My tickets still haven't arrived, and I have also been overcharged for
them. They should have cost ?27 not ?51. If they dont arrive tomorrow
(29) I will collect them from the station.

The other night the Longhair came in from being out with a dirty mark
around his mouth, like a little goatee and we think he has been
drinking from puddles again. He reminds me of Tomsk, as he is quite
strong and is able to push doors open so that they swing open and then
he wanders in, picture him with a little vest on.

I posted a long item about an experience I had twenty years ago, but I
am not sure it was that easy to understand. It happens sometimes that I
will be posting somethign and then remember something I had forgotten
years ago. Strange that isnt it?

"Time is motion and the hands are fast" as Paul Weller says.