So there I was writing my psychology essay (is deindividualisation and contagion what makes crowds the way they do or is it our sense of group identity? discuss sort of thing but they used longer words). And finishing off my new website which I'm v pleased with (thinking should I put the 'blond''s pix under 'vain' as it is so the pose he would do) albeit he is better looking and he knows it, and also working on next book which has a sad ending, coz I can't think of a happy one. Mercury in retrograde till tomorrow. As far as I'm concerned its left the solar system. And one of the cats has eaten my supper. The cat jumped off the mat and went on the kitchen table and ate the chicken. Bloody thing.
And then a friend comes round for a chat and gives me a travel log which is lovely. Isn't that a lovely thing to happen to you, just out of the blue. I have had so much crap its laughable now. I look up at the sky and think 'what now you arsehole' which isn't very zen of me, but even my editor would say this level of stuff couldn't happen to one person. Perhaps its because I moved something in the wrong feng shui area, or something, but its bonkers. I am not going to be deterred. I am seeing family this weekend. Always an intriguing prospect reserved for Christmases and funerals. Its an engagement party so the atmosphere will be a combination of both - terminal excitement.
Apart from finishing aforementioned essay, website, book, I am off to the yoga show this weekend. There will be lots of mats, oils, joss sticks, buddhas, emaciated people, and there is the latest trends one of which is something called broga, which encourages boys to do yoga. (bromance and yoga - get it)
If they say its where you will find fit young ladies then they will go. Anything else will not work. I know men who have taken up pilates and yoga just to pull. Gives the yogi phrase 'be as one' a totally different context.
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