It seems as though the depression of yesterday was a blip. I woke up feeling good this morning, and cracked on with some proper writing, 2000 words by the end of the day. It is helping that S has asked to read some as it is making me get on and write it up properly as opposed to its being half in my head and half in very scratchy notes. I was listening to Morrissey's back catalogue while I was writing, and thinking of my old college friend Julie. How we loved Morrissey's first solo effort Viva Hate. I still can't decide what I think he meant by the lyrics of Bengali in Platforms.
I was outraged that the local free paper delivered the BNP's pre-election mail shot. I would boycott the paper, but don't see how I can as I don't actually buy it. The fringe parties seem to be getting a lot of publicity this year. There is a right wing Christian fundamentalist group, and a pro-car lobby as well as UKIP and the Liberals. They all scent the blood of the much knocked about Labour party. I can't wait until it's over. There's no good result to hope for this year. This is only the European elections anyway, and because I've made no effort, I've no clear idea of what the person representing me might have to decide on. I expect there's expenses though.
I ate a whole family sized Dairy Milk Caramel bar this evening and I feel horribly sick. I'd better not make it a habit. I had pie for tea as well, so that's enough calories for the week. If I carry on, I might start a pro-fat lobby for the next elections. French Fancies could be my sponsor, I could declare them as income and expenses in one.
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