Perils...

As I sit here today working in the Festival Hall on the South Bank I got thinking. Always a dangerous thing to do for a thinker. Think. Thinking. Tepid coffee in a cracked silver thermos, cheesey pickle scantwiches and the back up Mars Bar in my shoulder bags secret compartment - it's not easy being green.

Thesignedphotograph is perched on the mock-wood plastic table, displayed to the world - a beacon of friendship in this harsh pretend-everything-is-ok-but-were-not-really-ok-world of London universa. Sometimes I'm sure my own existence is a clever combination of bad clothes, soya and a choose your own adventure book. Unfortunately I can't just flick back to the previous page if I die or eat two much rhubarb crimble with hemp.

Anyway as you probably know I still get quite ill with the old fatigue if I don't watch what I am doing, eating, breathing, sitting, standing, sleeping, etc. When I was really really sick, I might make plans as the day I made the plans I was feeling ok. But as I'm sure as everyone knows, it's all very well making plans, but plans tend to be the cog that jams in the clams plans. Or to put it another way - you can make arrangements for a trip, meeting, cuppa tea or date in advance, but on the day in question you may feel tired, lethargic or even ill to the point of not getting out of bed to empty the hamsters pipe.

I lost some friends because of this and developed a reputation of being unreliable, as people don't believe you. But I am really glad I kept the real friends who stuck by me during all of this. It's like a mutual understanding and respect and I love them for it.

Let us not forget that it was Rab C Nesbitt who once said "the best laid plans of Mice and Men, can often go aglay..." It just goes to prove that you can't always please the cheese all of the time, but if you leave the fridge open the mice will grate it themselves...

I probably need more sleep... off to Dorset tomorrow... look out for an event Poole / Swanage way... x