Sphinxes

A quiet Sunday. Just me and these cats. It’s not a bad way to spend the weekend really. Play slave, occasional food refiller.

Last night I hung out with some old friends after Scissorhandz and they helped me find my perspective on some work things. He’s a musician, she’s an art producer. Both good people and energies I align with. It helped me just take the day today to artlessly do nothing beyond self care and a touch of prep.

I roasted a chicken just for me, with half the trimmings and a very good gravy with port – didn’t want to open a bottle of red. Absolutely glorious. The cats and I have been playing ever since. A happy warm Sunday in a heated flat, prepping for Tuesday and taking care of myself.

In showbiz news, the algorithm seems determined to tell me how they’re doing a new season of Buffy. Some of the original cast and crew – the ones who aren’t into coercive control and punching ladies – will be coming back. I am smiling at the thought as, despite the fact it was a load of bollocks it was a SEMINAL load of bollocks. Good old Buffy, perhaps back for another generation. I need to get a Nescafé ad stet, in case they are angling for a new edgy and genial English gent, although I think Anthony will still be in the frame after his turn in Ted Lasso. I don’t think he’s been doing any Spaceying. I was talking with my old mate who writes fantasy fiction about Neil Gaiman the other day and that shit is even more disappointing when it comes from someone you think is a good guy. “Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.” Trump. Putin. But … in microcosm across so many industries. Max Stafford Clark. Weinstein. For years you can shut down criticism. Often it doesn’t even catch up with you until you’re dead. Saville died celebrated. Trump is president, not prisoner. Putin? God alone knows what he’s been up to. We probably never will, but if he’s not a proper wrong’un I’ll eat my hat.

It’s late. I’ve been talking on WhatsApp with a friend. The cats are flanking my feet in bed, facing inwards like they are a pair of sphinx and I’m the monument. I’ve been radiating advice from this position. Now I’m gonna try and go to sleep without kicking either of them.