Too Cold To Write

TOO COLD TO WRITE By Touch the Light British Summer Time starts tomorrow. Summer? Ha!

I've been trying to write. I have loads of ideas floating around inside my head. But will my fingers obey the commands my brain gives them?

No, because they're half frozen!

This time last year I was sitting in a beer garden somewhere in Northumberland drinking pear cider with half a bucket of ice and wiping the sweat from my brow.

This year?

I'm sitting two feet away from a radiator that's blasting out heat. I'm wearing two T-shirts, a buttoned-up shirt, an open shirt on top of that and an outdoor coat, I have a duvet draped over me and I'm still bloody freezing!

So apologies to anyone waiting for chapter 5 of 'Goodbye Master Stokes', a third of it is ready but at the moment all I can trust my hands to do is click the mouse for videos of Frank Zappa, It Bites and Tame Impala on You Tube.

Not a flake of snow either.

The north wind doth blow, and we shall just feel f-in' miserable.

Glad that's off my chest!