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Mar. 26th, 2004
Friday night
Mar. 26th, 2004 10:28 pmFor those of you breathlessly following the fascinating progress of the paper that ate my life, it is done! Finished and sent off at teatime. I even got a response thanking me for my submission.
I enjoyed a long lunch today with Kevin. We went to the Arts Cafe and criticised the recent redesign of the interior. Why can't people remember that wood has a colour? It can be all shades of yellow, red, brown, grey. You can't just sling wooden things together and hope they'll work. Humbug. The furniture is very modern. The nice thing is that as it's connected, literally, to the church next door, for which it serves as a drop in centre, the cafe is a good mix of people, pensioners, families, earnest-looking arty types, stylish young things like me and Kevin. Er. But the food was decent and the waitress seemed to find us amusing. After that we went to the Rag Market, to look at the rags, then to Waterstones where K was getting a shiny book on Ideo. I had to run away then because lunch had gone beyond merely long and was getting on for epic.
On the way home I finished The Charioteer and was struck by how much more I understood what was going on compared to when I was 15. Some of the scenes and lines have stayed with me since reading it at that age, even though I'd forgotten where they were from. Coming across them again was a special pleasure.
I enjoyed a long lunch today with Kevin. We went to the Arts Cafe and criticised the recent redesign of the interior. Why can't people remember that wood has a colour? It can be all shades of yellow, red, brown, grey. You can't just sling wooden things together and hope they'll work. Humbug. The furniture is very modern. The nice thing is that as it's connected, literally, to the church next door, for which it serves as a drop in centre, the cafe is a good mix of people, pensioners, families, earnest-looking arty types, stylish young things like me and Kevin. Er. But the food was decent and the waitress seemed to find us amusing. After that we went to the Rag Market, to look at the rags, then to Waterstones where K was getting a shiny book on Ideo. I had to run away then because lunch had gone beyond merely long and was getting on for epic.
On the way home I finished The Charioteer and was struck by how much more I understood what was going on compared to when I was 15. Some of the scenes and lines have stayed with me since reading it at that age, even though I'd forgotten where they were from. Coming across them again was a special pleasure.