For the first time in what feels like months – and probably is – I rode my bike five miles to work and five miles back. I’d been starting to feel like a lardy, cranky bastard, but working up a sweat on the bike (mostly on the way back home) makes me think I’m back on the right track.
Other news: I’m currently reading a book that’s a collection of pages in a box. You assemble them in whatever order you want, except for the very first and the very last. It feels like inhabiting a very disorderly memory, which is likely the point. It’s called The Unfortunates and it was written by B. S. Johnson, no relation to London’s current head buffoon mayor.
06/06/2008
I’ve been having a crack at riding in once a week. It’s not much faster than walking, since there’s a lot of hills in between home and work and I am still very definitely a lardy bastard.
Spent a really interesting afternoon yesterday at the Darvell community in Robertsbridge. They’re related to the Amish, but a lot more open to change. We have a couple of their kids doing International Baccalaureate with us, and will have 14 more starting in september.
Good luck with your film
maz