vindice

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Something so terrible has happened that I'm concerned I won't be able to explain to you the significance.

Last night, this city's last great rock club and its sister pub The Gallows burnt to the ground.

Birmingham just got a whole lot shitter.


---- Saturday 11th -----

Holy sweet Jesus, I miss Amsterdam. I had reason to take another look at a photo that was taken in between the Oude Kirk square and the red light district, and I could tell you exactly where, in relation to that street, other places in the city were; how to get to Anne Frank's house, whereabouts was the Leidseplein, the natonal gallery, the path the canals follow and, of course, where to go for the sweetest of blues. The place feels like home. I suppose I ought to be there, don't you think?

I was entirely serious when I said I needed an editorial team. I'm nearly halfway through my manuscript so I could force myself to release the first samples within two or three weeks. To clarify, what I'm looking for is this: I need people who can look at this manuscript objectively and imagine that it is a book you're reading from the shelf of a book shop, not the whimsical pet project of someone you know. You need to tell me how the structure works for you, how you feel about each character in different points of the story, which scenes you enjoy and which are frankly pretty lame. Let me know if it makes you angry, because it might. And it might make you angry because you find the central theme to be a challenging one, or it might piss you off because it's lame and immature. Either way I'll need to know. Up for it?


RIGHT! Liam Mower is fucking breaking my heart, the acneous little shitbag. "Back for ONE NIGHT ONLY." Charity gala gig on the 22nd November. You know what this means: as if it wasn't bad enough that I HAD to find funds, arrange transport, and get time off work to see him before his last performance before he left the cast of Billy Elliot, NOW I HAVE TO SEE HIM AGAIN.

I wish he'd just leave me alone.