Advert seen in the local paper.

“Tent for sale. Ridge type. No poles, hence only £3.”

(Sometime in 1997ish)

A hollow echo shakes my dreams. I am no longer scared, merely curious. Who whispers to me? The watch ticks manically, and a gentle hum comes form the electronic clock. To some, sleep is an everyday occurrence. It is of this that I dream.

Gwen Penguin and the Valley of the Cod is being illustrated.

Hurrah.

We might have to leave out the final paragraph.

Tonight I get to add a new kitchen to my list of debts. Woo.

Haven’t written anything for ages, as I realised I am talentless and empty. Also, I’ve been busy. On Thursday there is a screening for a recent film on which I worked. Its at the local independent cinema.

Currently working on a film project.

Will be on another in July.

Hurrah.

Woo hoo!

I can now drive mini busses provided by the City of this place as I passed their driving test for them.

Woo.

For those who mistakenly read my site after I linked some photos to a forum: I’m sorry.

I just got knocked off my bike.

Curses.

Although the only damage was to my hand, when I hit the roof of the car.

Mam Tor is great at 5.00 am.

But unfortunately too misty for good photographs. Alas.