Another day spent in my mind. I went to Saltdean.
Just down the road from the wonderful blind veteran’s home that Brighton has already sold to the gammons we have a historic listed Lido that, despite huge amounts of funding, they can’t make safe enough to open to the public despite this being the perfect week for it. That suited me, as there’s a car park next to it which would be absolutely chocka if it was open. As was I could easily leave Bergie there for free and head to the beach. The spectacular incompetence of Brighton Council doesn’t need to be highlighted, it is evident everywhere. Sadly it aligns with the spectacular incompetence of The Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea. Running things is hard, even if you give a fuck. If it’s just a sinecure it is double hard. And, for generations, politics has been so overtaken by overprivileged ambitious toadies that it is a hostile environment for anyone who actually cares about anything. Occasionally there’s an Alexandra Ocasia-Cortez. Mostly it’s just another haw haw. Particularly over here where the media is so quick to sniff kindness and brand it weakness that there are still people who actually genuinely think Corbyn was a nazi.
I left all that thinking behind. I let my brain stop. I lay half naked by the sea at Saltdean, sucking in damage, giving cancer a bit of an advantage after all the care I’ve given to liver failure. Heart disease is currently hanging out with car crash hoping they can jump in unexpectedly.
It was glorious. Now I’m back at Lou’s with the pussycat. I’m having a glass from the bottle of 2020 St Emilion which is the best the CoOp had to offer, and which I’ve been ekeing out over the last few days. I’m enjoying the fact I taped today for a vicar who loves fine wine. There but for the grace of God go I. It would be a fascinating examination of one of the threads of life I might have followed had I not been eaten by the actingmonster.
It’s nice taping against a track. But wow, it forced me to go at a pace I wasn’t ready for first thing in the morning. If you’re doing a track for a friend, send 2 options, one of which you are leaving what feels like too long. I had to tape it in a rush and fuck me the pace of it forced me to be sharp.
I might get this one.
Meanwhile I’ll have a pointless squabble on the phone followed by an early bed.
EDIT: The lido has been open all summer. Just closed for seasonal reasons as the Indian summer kicked in. I was drunk blogging again. Sorry kids.
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