Interactive version of Oliver's Poetry Garret
7.34am. A beautiful morning, and, hopefully, a beautiful day. I am in a fairly good mood, despite not sleeping well last night. I went over to Cotesbach and saw Tom, Sophy, Dave, Phil, Jane, and Taciturn Tom.
A good night. Won at Staghorn (and bought beers for everyone with my winnings). Tom was highly amused to hear of the first live broadcast of a Staghorn match last week. A truly historic moment in Staghorn history!
There was much talk of celebrations to mark the 400th anniversary of the Cotesbach Rioters next year. Sophy had been having a meeting with the villagers in the Hall about it. I think it could be a most enjoyable occasion to the see the Cotesbach Rioters run amok again - for history's sake!
Inclement Conditions
Flashback to Saturday, 20 May 2006
9.43am. Lewes Garret. Inclement conditions; wet and wind. Despite the weather, today's outlook is fairly bright. The combination of staying sober, and taking cola and ginseng instead of booze, are working wonders for me.
8.16pm. Lewes Garret, Living Room, basking by the open fire. It is cold, wet and windy outside like the bleak mid-winter and almost as inclement within.
We had a great time on an outing to Eastbourne, shopping, walking, talking, and beating the slot machines. We played the horse-racing game, putting in 10 pences on the red or the blue (2-1) odds, trying to spot winning runs, and with me also backing the white (25-1).
As a result of this strategy, we covered our costs much of the time and, occasionally, won £2.50, at which point we would retire from the game. We were quids in by the time we quit the arcade on the pier and headed for the shops to spend our ill-gotten gains.
The weather was wonderful; sunny, hot on the face, and windy. Walking down one side of the pier, we were able to lean 45 degrees into the wind it was so strong. The sea was wonderful hue of green with vertical explosions of spray as the breakers hit the groynes. A sublime sight! Had a rushed tea before another classic edition of Dr Who. Staging all the episodes on Earth was a stroke of genius.
It is getting dark. The main light and heat coming from my little fire. I have emailed Demon about the stats package (no reply, as yet) but my friend Peter Scally SJ has suggested a site I could look on. And my friend Dom Ramos has emailed me to say he is working on a poem for the site (Clerihew on Tony Blair.
I work on four separate computers every week (two laptops one an AppleMac and one a PC) and two static computers (Mac and PC again). Yet one cannot write poetry effectively on a computer.
I need to work with pen and ink.
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