I’m back from a truly fab couple of days spent in The South.
And have been reminded how it feels to talk and to listen. How it feels to meet new people, to be happy for friends who’ve done good. To stroll and watch. To be somewhere different. To laugh wildly, so wildly you think your head could pop or crack. To think about different things, things other than the stuff that’s been lodged in my head, going slowly septic.
To be me.
And to be reminded that I actually quite like Abba.
Thank you, friends.
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Must admit it’s not all roses. I’ve been hard at work pretty much since I stepped off the train (and that’s ignoring the writing I did ON the train), and more work keeps sprouting from somewhere.
But it’s been nice to have considerably more smooth than rough for a change.
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I will try (so so hard) to get everything to people who are waiting for things from me tomorrow.
Days like that are priceless. Glad you had a good time Nik.
Nowt wrong with Abba.'SOS' – one of the best pop songs ever written.
Thanks Lane – yup priceless and too few.There's nothing wrong with them at all, Gary! We should start a fan club!
Well I'm up for it. As long as I don't have to dress up!
Spoil sport! I quite fancied a shiny Byorn suit (and I could wear it for workshops and things in the future…!)
You have good facial hair Nik. You'd make a good Bjorn.Me, I can't grow a beard for toffee. I'd end up as Anni-Frid!Bad times!
I am not saying a word!