A 7am work shift.


It actually was OK.

Anna was running around from 6am packing her bags for South London.

I decamped to the desk from the Raj / Colchester, put on some Late Junction jazz and got my head down.

Happy Tuesday.

The morning swim was ACE. It never surprises me as to how much difference missing a day can change your performance.

I've had a clean sweep of 14 consecutive water bound mornings. My body is building up; exactly what for, I'm not entirely sure...

Some old fella starting gobbing out his guts on the showers.


Come back West Ham Wanker with you shower-time singing. All is forgiven.

Back at base and the morning harvest certainly delivered with around a dozen or so tomatoes ripening overnight.

The daily raspberry count is now down to a more manageable four.

I noticed that the first few leaves on the wisteria are starting to display a golden hue. We'll be back wearing school uniforms soon...

And then more work.

I'm quite enjoying it at the moment. I've picked up a couple of new clients, both of which have an ever-changing approach to policies and protocol.

I downed tools at a reasonable time, and then edited and published METROKNOBBERS.

I think it's one of our better hit and miss efforts. Darryl certainly knows his stuff. I can bluff with the best of them.

Early Tuesday evening was spent watching a BBC4 Fairport documentary that I recorded Gawd knows when.

I then fired up What We Did on Our Holidays in iTunes and fell in love with the album all over again.

The rest of the evening was spent with a little planning.

I've got another commission from Vice magazine. The ideas are there - they just need organising.

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By Jason A.Cobb, Tuesday, August 11, 2015 at 2:30 PM. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.