today i was back under the clock; in a flurry of bic biros and treasury tags it was found to be hard. it was hard to know what to do when i came into the driving hail and streaming light of west london, so i did the only thing i could think of. i ate lunch. so my thoughts on the lecture room at sketch fall due. i ate a lovely bit of eel, a scrap of pata negra with artichoke ice cream and white chocolate foam with olive oil amoungst other fine things only some of which were like sand. service was off the chain. i dare say it would make a good location for a certain kind of date.

trying to reason with the time change wont help you, i gave it a shot at 6 (aka 5) 30 this morning after my moring self had cursed that shallow optimist who gets into my bed at night for failing to make any kind of allowance in his evil plan for this summertime conspiracy. then the bbc go and publish this for me to read when i am on my way out of the house (i should say not a minute before 9 (aka 8)). my life is like trying to squeeze tears out of mute stones.

i had intended to write an essay on humility yesterday but you will be relieved to know that i couldn't muster the energy or the inclination. essentially i was struck by the thought: what is the point of humility for a godless heathen like myself? and yet, and yet, humble is what i feel i need to be just now. no doubt i am simply an agent/victim of this age of divided representation as i have long suspected. as you may guess revision is continuing, though not at the desired pace.

blog-horse no more? what on earth has become of dear matthew and all his GREAT WORK. i might be going down south to study in solitude for a while so look after the city for me while i am gone.

last night i went to a party that raised dead memories of edinburghs past and brough in hope for edinburghs to come. i talked to dan of the compaies act and so on which was good for my mind and drank dr loosen which is good for my soul. other news is scarse: i am studying as hard as i can and and otherwise fairly engaged.

basically im saying, i am in a remarkably good mood at the moment given that i have loads to do and loads to learn in the next 3/4 weeks. maybe it is the meal i ate for my lunch today (note to simon: i ate a cuttle, i am ashamed, but it was nice), maybe it is busy signal or maybe its the weather or something like that.

by was of news i have been spending some time lately with the boys down in stationary and they seem to be fine fellows i must say. i went to see goodnight and goodluck tonight which is a fairly good film: i was quite taken with the more pedestrian bits but the overall impression was regretably a little pompous. one down and six (say) to go for films on my must see list for 2006. time alone will tell if i am able to see them all. omens look good for the weekend, though not for the cinema. lets hope i see you around.

as i strolled in the early spring light at lunch yesterday, returning from another commendable coffee to whatever the afternoon was to serve up i saw a sight that cheered me no end. he was more a sour scent than an image of a man dodging traffic. from that smell i span out a story: a smoker, a man pulled about by his job and his family, a man who ran for his own sake. whilst others chose a path by the river or some secluded gym, to proove that he was still alive he ran in the road.