Monthly Archives: November 2017

It’s mostly jam tomorrow.

A funny week. Sort of two steps back and one forward. As is so often the case it’s mostly jam tomorrow. I did a gig yesterday at a place that we haven’t played at for about a year, and it was OK but the sound was difficult. Still it’s unlikely that we will back there before  next year. The punters that were there seemed to like it. Tonight should have been a gig in Cambridge but it was cancelled last minute, so I am at an unexpected loose end whilst writing this. My cold seems to have dried up just about but I am still a bit chesty. The next Delta Ladies gig is in Walthamstow at the King’s Head on Saturday and we have an afternoon gig on Sunday at the Birds Nest in Deptford on Sunday afternoon then a quiet week.

I have been doing a little bit of code writing mostly php and a bit of database and related stuff the last day or so. Mostly just to keep my self occupied as I have got rather pre-occupied with other matters. Also as a mental exercise as I have not done any proper paid stuff for about 3 years and needed to check and see how much I remembered so I found some stuff that was long forgotten that didn’t work and debugged it mostly from memory. I do wish I could remember song lyrics as easily as that. I even managed to find my old PRINCE 2 cert from 10 years ago. Funny because I don’t think I could ever have been a decent project manager.

The move or rather lack of one has had a couple of possible developments but I am not holding my breath and its still basically not looking like there’s much hope. My backs been playing up a bit but I suspect thats because I have been sitting in front of the PC for longer than normal. Touching wood my anxiety seems to be lessening a bit.

I am alright as long as I don’t hope for much then if something good comes along I can enjoy it. I have always been a realist. Sometimes I do wonder if I should have asked for a bit more along the way. I have an acquaintance that seems to have cornered the market in failed projects but who is always digging through the manure in the hope of finding a pony and is perhaps the eternal optimist.They always seem to have the capability to bounce back somehow but they still don’t achieve much.

To me [Denmark] is a prison.

Why then your ambition makes it one. ‘Tis too narrow
for your mind.

O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a
king of infinite space—were it not that I have bad dreams.

Which dreams indeed are ambition, for the very
substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

A few more tunes

Some stuff to listen to if your bored.
If you like it though click through to my Reverbnation pages and give it a like!

The first album which is available on Amazon below in re-mastered form.