Covert Blogging

This post, hastily written, is brought to you by the feeling of being slightly displaced (but in a good way), and also of the feeling of being the fat and ugly one (not so much in a good way).

I am still allowed to come to the office Christmas party.

Next week I am going to go and have a look at the taxidermist shop on the Essex Road. Not with a view to making a purchase, although there is a life-size lion that I think would brighten up any hallway.

Also I am going to 'do lunch' with people.

Also I will wake up after it gets light.

Also wear fancy shoes.

(I could wear fancy shoes at work, but I am going to walk around London in fancy shoes. During the day. Because I can. Who goes to shops full of dead animals wearing party shoes? Me.)

I have so many songs to write, to finish and to record.

There are three and a half days left.