Whips for wasp tamers, pyramids of stress cubes

[squirmelia]

On Saturday, after I had emerged from the bunker, expecting to see the apocalypse, I visited the clocktower in St Anne's Church, Soho. The clock was blue, gold and black and made from cogs, but I did not wait for it to chime five o'clock.

After that, at the Thames Festival, I saw a giant bird made of lights, some people made of sand having tea, and a whip for wasp tamers.

And after that, I saw part of an aeroplane with goths posing around it. I did not sleep that night.

And then, when Monday came, I travelled to Nottingham and handed out blue stress cubes and tins of mints at the E-Science All Hands Meeting. I built pyramids from just about everything.

I met robotron_5000 and we shared nostalgia for the locations that Stuart N Hardy's letters were published - Digitiser, Amiga Power, etc. On this occasion, it was none of those that caused me to laugh so hard I cried, but simply a stack of tourist information leaflets.

After that, I grew ill and it took some time to recover and I have yet to arrange the scribblings in my notebooks into a state of coherency, but really I am writing to tell you that on Thursday, you may want to listen to a radio play by Jeff Noon or on Friday to watch SubUrbia (directed by Richard Linklater) on TV.