Moonshadow

Sir G and I took the tele-ma-scope up the hill to follow the eclipse d'lune. Within minutes we attracted a jogger who told Sir that she looked 'wonderful'. He then hung around for an uncomfortable amount of time while she pretended he wasn't there. He asked for her number. She refused and continued adjusting her telescope. He jogged onward.

Later, we were joined by a family of three with a teenage son, then a family of four with two toddlers, one of which kept babbling about his 'shark on', which turned out to be the account of his day whereby he went to the beach and had his 'shark [costume] on'. A white and ginger cat slinked around and many a passer-by stopped to gaze up with us.

I don't have a tripod so here's one of the pics I took with my camera perched on the edge of a tub of capsicum dip:



On the way home I irritated Sir by singing Cat Stevens' 'Moonshadow'. Well, just the refrain "Moooonshadow, moonshadow...".

Now

Tea: Yunnan
Chocolate: Lindt's Mint Lindor ball
Sounds: 'So Flute' - St Germain
Thoughts: I really should be writing

Earns his stripes

The Tiger goes down without a fight.

Leonard Cohen Land

I had a dream I went to Newcastle for the This Is Not Art Festival with Sir G and Ass. We were at a park I know well (as it is near the YHA Hostel there) except it had a white wrought iron rollercoaster track around it.

We were at the 'hospital end' and stepped into a lift where the buttons were all (seemingly) random letters. I pressed 'F' and the lift started to move only it turned into a rollercoaster cart. Ass and I were sitting knees to knees with Sir G kind of sitting on Ass' lap with her legs on me. So the cart rolled around the track for a while, going up and back some 'dead ends', until it finally came to rest in front of a dark covered stage with mannequin musicians playing.

We were just about to walk away when I heard a familiar song and turned towards the stage and realised they were playing covers of Leonard Cohen songs. One of the mannequins was definitely dressed in one of those black jackets with the white strips across that looks like ribs, the kind that Gerard Way wears.

Anyway, it was getting dark so we walked up to the hostel with Hugo (old work friend) meeting us partway there. Except I couldn't quite find the hostel and we were afraid that it was full because we hadn't pre-booked. Eventually we found a hole-in-the-wall room, which served as a reception area.

An Asian woman took our details and I asked whether it was okay if we had a four-bed dorm with one male occupant and she said it was okay. I gave her my YHA membership card and she booted out four British backpackers in the room behind the reception and told us that was our room.

There was also a tangent that involved a film being made on the site of some ruins involving the sad life of two brothers who had to bring themselves up because their single father was an abusive alcoholic. The brothers return to the site of their former home to reflect on their father's recent death.

The usual kind of dream. Except for maybe Hugo's appearance, that was a bit random. Might ask him if he's interested in coming up to Newcastle for TINA - never thought of that before!