Early morning grumble
I'm up at a daft hour this morning, on the train with besuited commuters, heading to London for a day on the hoof following Tony Kaye around the city revisiting the scenes of his past adventures in advertising, film and art and blogging the experience live.
The half-awake chatter of numb, pin-striped people bounces around my skull like a bad dream. I am as numb as them, waiting for the sun. Today I am all about technology - iPhone at my hip, ready to blog.
It's times like this that I wish I had the money to take a sabbatical and vanish off into the depths of the country to navel-gaze for my art! But the cloudscape outside Swindon will have to do - a jawbone of houses biting into a salmon sky is all I'll get of nature today.