Package in the post this morning: Tove Jansson's 'Tales From Moominvalley' - let's rock!

Incredibly intricate site:

Mr Sleaze is on the ball, as ever - why does a novel have to be 300 pages plus, why chapters, why why why? And while I wasn't massively chuffed with Mr Noon's latest, at least it's something new - it's an object, it's a thing in itself, it's not just 'a really good book'.

Writing: my story thing is not a novel it is a big list, it has always been a big list, and that's how it's meant to be. Although I imagine I won't be quite so chuffed with it when it comes to convincing someone to print the thing.

Advantages of being stranded in the centre of England: if some 'popular beat combo', like The Chameleons, for example, aren't playing in Brum or Wolves, you can always hop on a train and see them in Manchester. It requires little extra effort. You can also hop on a different train and go to Preston to see Mr Genesis P'Orridge.


Be careful out there.

Roll[o].