I’m typing these up at the end of a tiring week. I’m looking forward to taking a day off this weekend to decompress a little, maybe watch some TV or movies, or listen to music, just for the pleasure of it, like.
Meanwhile, I was deep in the word mines till Wednesday afternoon. On Wednesday night I ventured out (despite my 6am start that morning) to see Earth play at Whelan’s, with local psych-rockers Wild Rocket supporting. I’ve missed all of Earth’s previous visits — and I interviewed them last month! — so it was about damn time I saw them, and I was not disappointed. I got home some time after midnight slightly spaced out and bleary-eyed, but it was worth it.
Thursday morning I cycled into town (Yes, cycled! And I locked my bike on the street and everything!) for the press screening of Into the Storm, my review of which I’ll be writing up in the next few days. Thursday evening I was back in town, this time with Bee, for a dinner date with E– and J– (wherein E– told me he recently took Ben Wheatley to lunch. As you do). Then home for an early night: an hour or two of tossing and turning, then finally nine hours of zzzzz.
I kept Friday free for freelance bits and pieces, and a long cycle round the shops, and to finish off this Judge Dredd book that’s due back at the library tomorrow. Better get cracking, so.