Sunday, 6 September 2009
I have found a Phantom and decided that in the week to come I will go to Bingo. Both these things small in themselves are huge turning points in my life. Only time will tell what will come from them. The discussion for Café Artistique in Cardiff looms ever closer and it is with extreme trepidation that I view the journey ahead and the inevitable embarrassment of talking about things of which I am not certain. Conversely Mr Plowman seems extremely certain, evangelical even. Our brief exchanges on the axis discussion board have left me downhearted in the extreme. Perhaps he thought I was being flippant, no doubt I shall find out in due course. My throat is sore which apparently means I cannot give blood.