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Now, where was I? Too many days with unreliable wifi… So day five was Friday, when i swapped Tuttle for Tyrol. This was to be the longest train day – 4.5 hours Vienna to Innsbruck, and hour stop and then another 4.5 hours Innsbruck to Milan. Phew – that’s a lotta train. Hotel Urania in…

I sat in the Bathtub That Must NOT Be Overfilled this morning and watched while the water ran away.  A tiny whirlpool formed above the plughole, but that wasn’t the first I noticed of it.  A single, bright, naked bulb shines above and slightly to the bather’s left (assuming that the bather assumes the traditional…

So after I graduated, in the summer of 1996 (see there’s a whole story there about why I was graduating in 1996 at the age of 31…) I went back as a Research Associate, no, do you know what? I don’t think I was a Research *Associate* because that was a defined job for people…

the lichen and moss in king’s cross Originally posted on Lloyd’s posterous

Breakfast with Tracy: scrambled eggs, toast and an apple – simple and perfect. I was a little worried by the fact that a couple of inches of snow seemed to have fallen overnight. But that's just me thinking London thoughts. As Tracy pulled back out of her garage over the fresh white stuff, I knew…

This trip is really whizzing by, I can’t believe it’s two weeks since we were wrapping up on recording Hopscotch Requiem in Martyn’s living room.  It’s really an amazing thing that Martyn did – getting 10 muso’s together who’d never met before and holding a space for us to collaborate and make something in such…