I watched ‘Control’ again the other night. It must be the fifth, sixth time i’ve seen it. First time I’ve noticed that Bowie ‘n’ Reed licenced their music for the film – but that Iggy didn’t.
I heard that Bowie refused to allow any of his music to appear in ‘Velvet goldmine’ – which to be honest, was one of the best things about it, giving it an impressionist blurriness. And, very glam rock.
I started revising ‘1919 (outside)’ again this morning. It’s coming really slowly, but it *is* coming.
This year’s been a cultural dead loss so far. Started working on ‘outside’ in december, then real life came to the boil and had to be dealt with.
And, it’s bloody uncomfortable, working on the floor like this. I’m an elderly gentleman! There ought to be a law!

Why not use your face to read the novel that started it all? 1919 (inside)


If Scottish literature can be thought of as an elderly, overweight gentleman with savage diarrhea, 1919 (inside) is the land-mine he just stepped on.
Do it – do it NOW – for Diana.