Back to the World Fair. It’s surprising how many of these tie together.
The kind that resulted in a death sentence, no less. Nasty man.
Tonight I sat in a bar and wrote up a gig report with a pint of Guinness. I feel like I’ve wandered into somebody else’s life. It’s pretty nice here.
Brain fizzled out, so I edited the last TPH instead. Fun times.
Yesterday I finished up a topical piece, today I roughed out a gig report for a gig I haven’t been to yet. It’s going to have a lot of background, you see.
Lazy Sunday afternoon means talking four hours to write half an article and having fun doing it. Lots of sidetracks and distraction, but also lots of relaxation. Which I needed.
Also known as “Maxim’s Maxims.” Fun.