Bodies in motion and at rest.

Mostly for my own future reference, really.

On my way down to London last summer I listened, somewhere more than halfway down the A1, to Ed Begley Jr and others, on Radio 4, reading an adaptation from the writings of Thomas Lynch, an undertaker, poet and essayist from Michigan. It was very good indeed and I decided I must find some on paper. I still must, especially now that I have a note of the writer's name.

No luck tracing Kaija so far.

Better yet . . .

"Post a false memory of me. It can be anything you want, so long as it never happened. Then post this to your journal. See what people don't remember about you."

Thanks to green_amber.

Miscellania.

I was meaning to say hello to the two returnees, but before I could one of them disappeared again. Hello, returnee. Good to hear from you, even if somewhat minimally.

Sometime last week I was commenting on a pair of trousers I had a very long time ago that I always just say "fit me last time I tried them on". I'm sure many of you are familiar with this. They've been gathering dust in a cupboard for about ten years.

You can tell which way this is headed, can't you?

I tried them on. They actually fit rather well. Better than they did last time, actually. I think I might even need a belt. I'm quite chuffed.

Barney.

( Boring family anecdote )