Isosceles merkins

Conrad W and I were walking back from somewhere. There was some water to cross, a canal or a river. I crossed where it was narrow and I could jump across. Conrad went where the water was wider, meaning he had to strip off. I saw him arch out of the water, revealing that he had been fitted – like others around him – with a very large isosceles-shaped merkin.

Later. I was informed that a ‘Pakish’ friend or colleague of Kate’s had died in a terrorist attack mounted by Islamist militants. ‘Pakish’ was the word used by the woman who told me. I knew it wasn’t the right word, that she should have said ‘Pakistani’, but I accepted it as being similar to ‘Polish’. (11.10.09)

Copper kestrels

I’m on a bus that stops and goes nowhere. I ask the driver why he’s not leaving. He says something or other. I get really cross. I want to go. He’s still not going. There are forests and steep hillsides, even though we are just off Finchley Road in north London, or Highgate. Someone had described a route by a church. I took a back route, saw the back of the church and all the forests.

Later. On another bus, held up by workmen in the road not getting out of the way.

People are killing kestrels for the copper they steal and eat from the top of fence posts.

Pushing my bike, I’ve borrowed an amp, which is on the rack at the back. I’m doing a reading and I need an amp. There are three blokes with me and one woman. (10.10.09)

Tight squeeze

In a black cab with Tom Fletcher. We are taking a back route, a short cut, one I didn’t know about. I’m excited about it. We are inside some kind of tunnel or enclosed space rather like a ghost train. The cab is now a carriage on rails. We approach an opening so narrow there’s no way we will be able to pass through it. Blocks of wood either side at head height. Somehow, however, we do squeeze through. (02.10.09)

At Fantasycon

At Fantasycon, in a rather grim hotel in Nottingham, where I shared a room on the second floor with Conrad W while Tom F and Richard W occupied a room on a higher floor, I dreamt that I exited from our room to find Tom’s room now just across the corridor and slightly to the left. (19.09.09)

The perch

Fishing from the beach. The water becomes a lot deeper a little way out as the shelf drops away, so that it is like fishing from the rocks. I catch a fish – a perch. I’ve hooked it above the nose. It is colourless, as if made of glass. (30.08.09)

The scoter

There’s a man whose job it is to bring the birds. Bring them where? Some place in Europe. He brings a tiny scoter duck and some bigger geese.

We’re in a series of shelters – like abandoned military buildings. Kate and I go in one and let the children stay in another, so that we might have some privacy. Some men come in. One of them has translated something for me. It’s a bit more flowery and declamatory than it might have been had I translated it, but it’s good that he’s done it.

Watching Mike S go into one of these buildings to get something for me. He’s running and at the same time giving the thumbs-up to a fire engine crew who might otherwise have thought he was running to put out a fire. (26.08.09)

Lumb Bank

I am walking through a house we have bought. It’s fine, but not especially exciting until we get to the top where we go out into the garden and look one way to a view of rooftops and the other to a fabulous vista of wooded hillsides and valleys, like Lumb Bank. (23.08.09)

Malet Street

On Malet Street. Lots of children on the pavement at the far end on the right. A huge hedge-cutting vehicle drives down the road too fast, leaving inadequate clearance between itself and the children. I shout at the driver. Then I cross the road and try to climb a tree. I get on to a double mattress, on its end. (20.08.09)

The End of the World II

Looking at the sun and watching the appearance of certain shapes against the disc of the sun. Like ink blots on blotting paper. They are evidence of weapons being tested on the other side of the world and although we are being assured it is safe, it becomes increasingly likely that we are witnessing the end of the world.

Later. In a back garden with a video camera that has run out of battery charge, yet somehow watching footage. At the same time, in the next garden, Clare P and a couple of friends are cavorting naked. (19.08.09)

San Agostino

A line of people wearing green to highlight the lack of green facilities at San Agostino. They’re standing between the beach bar and the main bar. I go to slip on something green and join them.

Later. In a house with lots of rooms. In the top room, which has a lot of old furniture in it, very ornate and old fashioned, there is also a fully grown black panther. I’m a little frightened of it, but I find it’s like a bigger version of Max. Like Max, though, it bites – and proportionate to its size – so I remain very wary. Other people thing there’s nothing to be scared of. (17.08.09)