Summer Solstice 2014

Went beautifully as far as I can tell. No hassle at Stone Henge, and the thing I was asked to speak at was well marked with bubbly and intoxicants. The night turned into a long fine day, folk supinely baking among the flowers, eating largely melted chocolates and disintegrating loganberries, ginger cake and ice cream, and even a well meaning attempt at the most dismal mojitos ever. The secret, as far as I can tell, is not to use 67% overproof rum for cocktails...or indeed anything really. I came away in the late afternoon, arms tingling in a faint smile of sun's warning. Got to Blackheath, phoned larians and invited him down for drinks on the heath. And there we stayed, sipping cider while the sun ambled around a good long while. Night came, we got a curry, we came home. Today, I have real swimwear syndrome, burned arms and chest and bright white thick tan lines down my shoulders. I look ridiculous, but ridiculous is fine; though today is staying in day, sun factor big hat.

Here's to the Invincible Summer X

Day sleep

Clearly Friday and Saturday got to me; dreamed I saw my mother picking out old photographs, which worried me. Among the ones she picked out was a pick of a guy with longish hair who was responsible for creating 'The Gazpacho.' I think this is all about my craving for cool flavoursome liquids. One great thing about yesterday was all this gorgeously chilled coconut water instead of wine. It cuts through heat like a knife through butter. Perfect.