I think I’m a wee bit tipsy. I just said “You know what, this doesn’t get played at night clubs enough” in response to “Hounds of Love” playing on the telly. Shut up and drink your tea, Kate.
Tomorrow I am going home. I have a lot of blogging (on my”real” blog) to catch up on, and jobs to apply for, and Pip is coming over on Sunday night and on the bank holiday Monday we’re going to eat lots of the posh chocolate that I bought on Tobermory today and go visit Lucy Sparrow’s stitched corner shop in Bethnal Green and maybe I will get a salt beef bagel with pickles and mustard (my fav). Looking forward to being at home and getting back into some sort of routine and maybe just maybe finding gainful employment???
I say it often, but I really, really miss LiveJournal.
It’s so hard to make a living as an artist, and people will always say you are being self indulgent, in a way that they would never say about lawyers or investment bankers. Not to mention that art is one of the products of humanity that proves its humanity, and contributes so much to society, enriching it. Ho hum.