It's one AM, and I'm listening to Leonard Cohen, and watching the candlelight flicker on my Easter Island statue. Sounds a bit depressing I suppose, but I love late night music like this. Early Leonard Cohen, or perhaps Nico's Chelsea Girl, or try Sinatra's Only The Lonely album.
It's been a busy weekend. I've played five piano bookings in four days, and I've got a meeting tomorrow with someone who might put more work my way. I'll let you know. Monday was spent looking at venues I'm going to play at, and today I did some teaching. It's shaping up to be a glorious summer.
Mark did well at the Elvis auction. I've got a big box of goodies I'll ebay over the next few months. Some really tasty collectibles. Some for keeping, some for selling. I talked to a vinyl collector in London last night, and he valued the box full of vinyl I've got at £1,500. Which is good because the whole lot only cost me £145.
Oooh, I love So Long Maryanne. It's on now. It's fantastic, and I just saw the fox. He's always about at night. I like foxes. And squirrels.
I used to feed the squirrels here. I'd give them roasted peanuts (not dry roasted like planters, I mean the ones that are baked in their shells, lovely!). Trouble is, they started climbing up the wall and coming in the flat for extra helpings. I'd come home from work and there'd be a bloody squirrel on the table having a feast! Then one fell off the window sill and I got worried for them, so I had to leave the widow shut and not feed them so much. Shame really. I liked feeding them - I'd whistle a certain whistle and they'd come from nowhere, because they knew the whistle meant tasty roasted nuts in shells, just right for burying of scoffing.
But they're vermin, I'm told.
I feed the park squirrels now. I've got a box of mixed seeds in the bag on my bicycle. Sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds, that sort of stuff. They love them.
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