eat 'em up

On a train. Parked at Haywards Heath station. Listening to Richard Thompson singing '...oops i did it again'.

Will be working late tonight, supervising a documentary film-making class. Did mean I got an extra hour or so with Nell this morning.

Sarah and I are embarking on 'Studio 60 At The Sunset Strip'. It is very much West Wing-lite with Josh Lyman playing Josh Lyman, Chandler Bing taking on Sam Seaborne and Amanda Peet as a sexier CJ. I like Sorkin's cutaways of such colossal American structures, and television seems an appropriate follow-on from the White House. It is as sharp, sassy, and as full of liberal guilt as you would expect. About 5/22 episodes in and liking most of it.










Reading some plays by Michael Hastings. I'll let you know how I get on.

open sesame

Good evening -

This is probably my eighteenth attempted blog that I probably won't maintain and almost certainly nobody will read. Still, sometimes routine is comfort.

It was my 26th birthday yesterday - I am sure this is significant. It was largely a horrible day. I seemed to be caught up in an ugly set of confrontations with a professional associate; it was hot and sticky but not really sunny; I felt like a social lemon on more than occasion and I ate too much cake. Still, breakfast in bed (croissants and muesli) was lovely, as was the overall reality of having my first birthday as a dad.

Nell (now just shy of ten weeks old) even managed to buy me series one of The Wire on DVD as a present. She's a precocious little thing. They give credit cards to anyone.