I have a working compost heap at last. Only took 3 hours digging to get it right. Last time, when I thought it was done, I found concrete slab underneath. I got that one out and found another beneath, to my surprise. Now it’s done, there is no real effort to run the thing. My little invertebrate labourers are kept warm with a cover and a few bags of horse manure, plus a full wheelie-bin of house-scraps to kick start the whole colony. Thanks to Ken Thompson for the encouragement.
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Is there anybody there?
John Crowley’s "Is there Anybody There?/ (2008): Set in the ’80s, a young lad who lives in an old folks home run by his parents. The Film’s colour space is filled with period images, music and conversation which forms a backdrop to the story of a lad and his friendship with an old man played by Michael Caine. that guy is a very fine actor, I hadn’t realised before, but he is. Anyway, a charming, odd and, at times, very funny story.
I’m not well, so an early night now.
Dry ice
Slow journey to work today, it was very dry so I decided to ride. There were a few stretches where I had to get off and run it where the ice was sprayed over the road from broken manhole covers.
Lupins and 2 digitalis
Patience: very impressive film seen at The Electric Cinema. We had the luxury seats; sofas with waitress service (orders by text message). High points- the acting worked wonderfully, especially the lead character’s mother who had a role that could easily have been overdone. It wasn’t, it worked. The low points- maybe my failing, but I struggle with New York accents sometimes, so some passages of dialogue were lost on me. The problem for me is it sounds like they only pronounce the first half of each word. It’s all quite mumbling. They probably know this though; it was parodied in the film Dick Tracy (1990), remember the character ‘Mumbles’?
A Peony and knots
Sky is leaden heavy with rain today, not that I minded. It’s been a rather tumultuous week. I’d like to pull the threads that are woven through the last month. Pull them hard so that they straighten out. They’d be easier to follow straightened out. You have to be careful though, doing that just makes the oddly twisted bits knot up so that you can’t undo them.
Tomorrow will see the downpour. I can plant my new plants and skip watering them. Too many Lupins. Look out for a bloke ignoring the rainfall, padding about deciding where to put site them. At least the potted ones can move.
Tired and blurred now; everything I see is blurred like the asbo kids on TV. Best to bed.

Photo from my mobile. The quality is worse than usual probably because the light was fading. Pictures in full daylight are clearer.
Some light
Rab tells me her story, well my story but my memory eludes me of those fifteen minutes on the 10th that I can’t account for. I was indeed out cold, I had blankets put over me, maybe over my head (this bit I struggle to believe). I must have been out for a while rather than staggering about with amnesia. Then I got up, or tried to. After falling back to the tarmac, I got up enough to be assisted to the opposite footpath where I sat myself.
Strange, strange memorys. The thought of losing that time is quite unsettling, I’ve not had anything to compare in my life before.
The Kite Runner: tonight’s excellent film.
Crucifixion.
08.15: Walsall Wood Crucifixion:
Drove the usual route to work, road closed at Walsall Wood, could see police cars closed the road at both ends and they re-directed traffic. The approach is downhill so I looked ahead to see- was it a crash, a burst water pipe or a fire. Then I saw it, a man’s body hanging limply from a lamp-post. The lights were red and I stopped at the front to turn right. Not only was he hanging limp as dead, but there was a wooden 2×3" through his arms. He was up there, crucified. It was like a scene from Breugel. The lights changed and I drove right, concentrating on the traffic, I really didn’t want to be the rubber-neck that hits something.
One fireman was trying to cover him up with a blue towel, the other held another from his position on a ladder. The body, white and naked hanging lifeless was male, fair hair hung over his face.
I got to work, but faltered there. They let me off first lesson and covered my register. What was this? I head filled with thoughts, first of a suicide; then after talking it through- a lynching. But now, I just don’t know, was it all some drunken prank by a bunch of inebriated macho-men.
There is nothing on the news yet.
First report: Yamyam
Blond and rouge
Puzzling over the missing few minutes of my life yesterday. Need to speak to the witnesses to find out how long I was out. Still feeling the effects today; interesting because I have never had memory loss before. Problem now is that I get up to do something, and walk to whichever place, and forget why I’m there. Yeah, I know everyone does this from time to time, but this is happening most of the time today (and yesterday).
The cuts to my nose, the ones that were glued, were probably caused by these glasses getting crushed against my face on hitting the ground. I will try to claim for a replacement pair.
Think you’ve had a bad day?
The worst ride to work yet. Involved a severe deflection by a lorry, a tarmac bounce and later, stitches. Parts the collision I can’t remember, there are two gaps in my memory and since, I have been behaving like a dopey person. Later I find out the damage to my bike, it’s being brought back as I write.
The Aberystwyth Starlings event
Starlings roost on the pier in Aberystwyth each night. They fly there each afternoon at sunset.
Well worth the trip to the coast to see this. Flocks fly in without interval, each in a rounded mass which them dive under the pier to spend the night on the girders underneath.
