week 14 of 2024


iβm just about to get on the DLR, but then iβll write about my week. 
i spent most of the weekβs spare time porting my blog from wordpress to eleventy. thereβs a lot left to do, still 


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weβre on the move at the moment. just hopped off the DLR in lewisham and now weβre in the LEBANESE EXPRESS 1. a friendly place, great food, open at midnight on a sunday. 
on thursday got something working at work which i didnβt expect to get to work on thursday.
on friday i though of an old friend of mine. country boy. very funny. great drinker. ended up in a ditch at big alβs festival. drew sileage, loved tractors, βare ye bai?β. an all round good lad. we spent a lot of time together for 8 months 14 years ago. i looked him up. to see if he has an on-line presence. a lot of my favourite people from back then, back there, they donβt. not at all. not even mentioned when you go on google. i thought, iβll look him up and maybe iβll send him a little message and get in touch if heβs on the web. see what his life is like now. turns out heβs dead. washed up on the shore of a lough two years ago. itβs strange mourning someone two years after their death. heβs two years in the ground but heβs just now dead for me. anyway, rest in peace m.m. you absolute mental case. i miss you and wish that you were not dead.


youβll enjoy reading this really excellent article by Zea about gaza and family and being born away from home
weβre in bed now, writing our weekly entries, ready to sleep. i kinda want to stay up all night and write an api but i wonβt, 
i opened a bottle of wine with a shoe on saturday. iβve always wanted to do that ever since i heard about it but never did. it reminds me of that time me and marty smashed the top of a wine bottle off with the garden wall in a street in belfast and drank wine with shards of glass all night. that same night iβd spent our bottle of bombay sapphire gin, smashed it into pieces in the street before we had even a sip. not on purpose. i was on the telephone with gloria melafuji and she called me her little mango and it slipped out of my hand like on television.
if you know the tonic you can listen for the third.
sorry, thanks!















