Diary blog – I can’t get no sleep.

Well I tell you what; I think I need to change my bulb or summat. I’m currently being beaten about the psyche by the pitiless bludgeon of insomnia. I haven’t had a decent night’s kip in ages and not a solitary wink for the last two nights.

Its not all bad news though as my present unglued state adds a fractious and surreal edge to the day and thusly can’t help but inform my writing.

I’ve just finished a rough draft of a poem inspired by my experiences chatting to the lovely people of St Paul’s and surrounds. It’s a brusque observation of the attitudes that welcome migrant workers and a gently sardonic dissection of the perceived icons that some people outside of the community feel are being lost to multiculturalism. My computer is currently playing host to a Rosemary’s baby style satanic gremlin hell bent on driving me up the freaking wall, but with a bit of luck I should be able to post an audio file of the job so far early next week.

As for my sleep deprivation I reckon its gonna be a boon. Today I followed credit crunch denying punters round shiny, shiny castle of tat Cabot Circus. I was skulking in corners paranoiacally scribbling notes for my next two pieces. I felt awkward and out of place like a grubby faced stowaway stealing food on a luxury cruise. Both pieces are gonna be a bit leftfield so I’m hoping my brittle mental state will work in my favour.

The first piece uses fictional fast food items (awful offal falafels and kartofel waffles) as allegorical archetypes for consumerist desires. Awful, offal, falafels, Kartofel and waffles are all very satisfying words to say, go on, try it. I bet you feel better already.

The second piece is TOP SECRET and more exciting than a MAGICAL DONKEY. I can’t tell you much about it at this stage, other than it will feature impish sloganeering, misbehaviour, guerrilla tactics, clandestine camera footage and possibly an original soundtrack, I’m so keyed up I could do campanology with my face!

Finally, sorry if I haven’t got round to replying to you’re messages yet, I WILL. As I said, my computer is having personal problems so I have to pilfer interwebs off kindly benefactors until it stops spitting the dummy.

That’s all for now I’m off for a peanut cookie and a bit of a lie down.