Monday 12 April 2010

Spring has sprung, and just over a week after coming off the steroids, I have a red eye again, so it was back to the familiar welcome of the eye hospital yesterday morning. There weren't many people about, but doctors and nurses alike warned me not to say the Q-word ("quiet") or it would be my fault if they had a very busy day indeed.

I've spent 12 of the last 24 hours rebuilding my desktop computer which had become  painfully slow: replacing it with another one of a similar spec seemed a bit pointless. So I'm only now starting to deal with the backlog of urgent emails, the strange postal packages that have arrived, and the other bits of organisation that need to be done. I've also been reading this (don't be put off by the hideous cover).

You might want to join me in having a share in this piece of land (click on the picture on the right). The peaceful village of Harmondsworth, where most of our records were lovingly mastered, will be surrounded on three sides by Heathrow airport's perimeter fence if the third runway is built.

This needs more views. Is the brother really Babylon? Alasdair tells me that Gordeanna McCulloch suggests the real title is Babe Alone, and I'd think twice before disagreeing with Gordeanna about anything. Any linguists out there who can help?