Playing Golf (With My Flesh Crawling)…

It’s my birthday on Sunday, I thought I’d try my hand at making a synth cake. I reckon a Wasp synth would look good.

This is a Wasp

It’s my day off today, and work just rang to say flowers have arrived there for me. I made them check twice to see if it wasn’t a mistake. But no, somebody has sent me flowers. I can’t imagine who. My first thought was my mother, but she just rang and didn’t say anything about it. Then I was thinking maybe my best friend, but they would have sent them to my house. I still think it’s a mistake so I guess I’ll go in and have a look.

I have three days off. And three amazing books to get stuck into.

 - The Map and the Territory – MICHEL HOUELLEBECQ
- Blue Nights – JOAN DIDION
- Tarantula – THIERRY JONQUET

Apparently Tarantula has been made into a film by that twit Pedro Almodovar. I hate his films. They’re so garish and ugly and harranguing and sickly. Not interested. He has also cast that moron Antonio Banderas in his adaptation.

But the book has caught my eye. The premise is strikingly Dass…