Sunday, December 31, 2006
On my bicycle I knock over a ten year old boy outside his home. I take him inside to his father. The boy changes sex. The father sits quiet and passive. Another crash outside. Now the mother crawls into the house, covered in blood, the result of a more serious accident. Still the father sits unmoved posed like the statue of Abraham Lincoln.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Friday, December 29, 2006
Thursday, December 28, 2006
I have driven C's orange mini car to the top of this squatted building. Somehow with ropes and planks we now have to get it downstairs, before the builders demolish all the floors. It wasn't so hard to get it up here - it was a dream after all - so it should be easier than we think to bring it down.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
The chief librarian, muffled in mohair tartan, points to the exit concealed behind panels of red velvet. We shuffle out along low corridors past monstrous insects. "The books are crap here, but we love these creatures, " he tells us. Outside on a rubbish tip, a mother suckles fully clothed human rats.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Saturday, December 23, 2006
The group just isn't what it used to be. Ernest Shackleton and I have taken over from Gary Barlow and Jason Orange. The sound is appalling. Barry Norman shouts abuse at us from the audience. Sometimes you have to know the right time to give something up.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Sue my former psychotherapist yawns as I play to her on the recorder. "I thought it would be a good idea to see you again," I explain. "...sometimes I feel a bit low...I feel I could just...not all the time of course...in fact often I feel fine...I mean...well...I'm on my own you see...Still."
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
"Look, I am not going to tell you that you should not express your religious convictions in your work," I say to a sullen student. "But there has to be an element of danger. It should be like the Devil tempting Christ in the wilderness. I want to see you battling it out. It has to be real."
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I tell a young police officer that I saw an attack on a man on the Brixton to Streatham train. He laughs nervously, "Did he shit himself?"
"He was bleeding,"I reply feeling helpless.
"If he didn't shit himself I can't do anything about it," he says swinging his truncheon.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Friday, December 15, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
My attention is drawn to a horror film which shows a huge animated house going on the rampage. Although it is causing terrible havoc it has an innocence about it like a scared King Kong. I ignore the call to watch this film claiming that I have seen it before.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Three men are here to listen to the pianist and clarinettist. My role is to turn pages, something I haven't done for years. By the second page I am completely lost and miss my queue. One of the men stops the procedings. He points to something on the bass clef line. "What note is this?" I am not sure...a "C"? "I thought as much," he says, "Please leave now."
Saturday, December 09, 2006
We are driving through a thick forest along a track overgrown with weeds. Hazel tells us to duck when the branches are very low and we will be fine. I decide to ride on the roof of the car but soon regret it as I am wearing shorts and the stinging nettles whip my thighs.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
A TV documentary shows an old soap star reunited after ten years with his soap family of wife and three daughters. We watch as they drink to his real life adoption programme. Celebrations are premature as he has not yet been accepted by the authorities as a suitable parent.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
"We will be reviewing your pay," my employer says to me, "We have to make cuts."
"But we run all kinds of exciting projects don't we?" I answer. "Speak up for me, Anne."
"Well Robin," Anne replies hesitantly,"You can never replace Philippa...There I've said it... but you forced me to. You're too disorganised. You're no good as a manager."
Monday, December 04, 2006
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Once again I am waiting in the wings of a theatre. Because I had been so dismissive of this play in rehearsals I didn't learn my lines properly and now I can't remember what my lines are or when I go onstage. If I can only find them I am sure the rest will fall into place. I search frantically for the script.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Friday, December 01, 2006
I had expected never to see him again. He has returned as a young boy with an incurable mental illness which will grow steadily worse. There is no-one else to care for him. My heart sinks as I lie on the bed with him. The dead weight of his arm is heavy on my shoulder.