Had to get up at 9am to get ready to take my daughter for her flu jab. Despite her fear about the prick of the needle, the jab was over in a second. Had to laugh when the practise nurse giving the shots asked my 13 year old daughter if she was either ill or pregnant. My daughter and I both looked at each other and burst out laughing. What kind of a sick twisted world is it where it's not only possible but probable that the answer to such a question would be yes. I dispair, I really do.

Did a few text messages with my colleague Ruth Sidery about the shoot on Sunday and the session I got to sort out on Monday (grr again). It's 1 degrees out there today (even at 2pm in the daytime) so tomorrow night it's going to be below zero. Got to dress up really warm. Might have to break out the jacket I wear when I'm in Helsinki, a nice little red duvet number. My little cord jacket ain't going to cut it, and the last thing I need is to be freezing my nuts off all night. Must get some mints, ciggies and other treats for the crew. I like to run a happy set, and while I'm kind of whoring myself on Ruth's set on Sunday, I find these things come in handy. Nothing defuses frustration and anger faster than listening to people's greivances while whipping out a bag of assorted minties, and saying "yes, that's terrible... minty?" Nobody can resist a minty, and life never seems quite as bad with a humbug in your mouth.

Listening to a copy of an album called "Buckingham Nicks", something Lindsay Buckingham and Stevie Nicks did before they joined Fleetwood Mac album. It's something of a rarity and I haven't heard it for like 20 years, so I'm enjoying it a lot. Also earlier I wigged out to Captain Beefheart's "Clear Spot" and "The Spotlight Kid". God bless you, Don van Vliet.

Got to do some routine stuff today, laundry and shopping. I love our local ASDA WALMART. We tell people we don't live in Frome, but in ASDAville, a little town just outside Frome. I almost never go into town any more, cos I love ASDA so much. They got everything I need, and they are so inexpensive. I get all my shit from ASDA. In fact next time I get a census form I might put it down as my religion. (Reminds me of that South Park episode, "Something WALMART This Way Comes".

Kids and Mia are playing Disney Monopoly, so I'm going to hop in the car and worship at the altar of ASDA.


ASDA looks so beautiful in the misty afternoon...