I've just finished reading George Orwell's 1984. Amazingly, I'd never read it before, and a chilling read it is too! I stopped up late last night with matchsticks holding my eyes open.
Of course, it is superb, and much has been written about its prophecy. Which isn't quite fair, because the book isn't written to prophesise, I suppose it's saying this could happen, rather than will. Anyway, it is a heavy read. And it's passages about the proletariat being dumbed down with tabloids and lottery promises, made me foolishly pleased I've never once bought a lottery ticket.
What else can I tell you? Julie and I played a gig at a rather posh Bistro last Friday. and they've asked us to play there regular, every month. So I'm pleased about that. Now I've got an idea to do folky music - a consequence of listening to Cristy Moore on me ipod walking up the Wrekin - so I'm learning folky stuff. We spent Saturday night musically. I tried to keep up with Julie's guitar with my piano accordion. I need more practice!
Got two more people wanting lessons. So that's me earning a bit more money. I'm using the Trinity College to take people through their grades. I've had my nose in the grade books, and in a bit, I'm going to try and fix a leaking roof. Because I'm still a bit of a builder and when I do teaching stuff I put the pencil behind my ear, like carpenters do.
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