26. MOUSE.
so. i captured a mouse. this is not the first time. the last mouse was named chepstow. and he (i think, i didn't look) lived in a medium sized plastic box filled with shredded newspaper and sawdust, for about 3 hours. he didn't die though. i let him go.
that mouse was easy to catch. new mouse: not so easy. first i had to rescue him from the jaws of death (those of truffles the kitten cat). it is very odd to see your pet in a blood rage. i shall suppress that memory. the mouse seemed quite interested in being rescued to be fair. and allowed itself to be stroked while it sat atop a wine bottle in a tiny wire wine rack. then it came to and went crazy. mice are fast. and can jump. like. really jump. but i got him using napkins. and put him in a little see through plastic box with some assorted nuts and a small (very) bowl of water. the mouse ate and drank. and stopped shivering. looked at me with a look of gratification. did a tiny mouse poop. and went to sleep. he remained nameless. and i let him go. he disappeared slowly. as do i.
25. so. the tree hasn't really recovered. its leaves are (mostly) still attached. by face the wrong way. and the cat has chosen its base as its personal litter tray. i have elected to stay away for a while. i finished digging. i have been digging. a lot. mostly in a rectangular pattern. and deep. the plan is to plant things in my rectangle. and that they will grow in to edible goodies. i have erected a small fence. to stop the cat from expanding his bathroom. i doubt it has worked. there are tiny paw prints in the turned earth. i shall have to think of a better strategy. there are leaves everywhere. everywhere.
i have been crippled by stories supposedly for kids. stupid kids. of a fragile disposition.
24. i think the tree is dying. its leaves are all drooping and browning. oh dear peter. oh dear.
23. i planted a tree. i dug, around it. and extracted the roots. one by one. then i dug its new home. in a mound. at the bottom of the garden. i hope its ok there. i've never moved a tree before. muddy and wet. don't tell.
22. Peter John Alexander Phillips. reaching new lows since 2007. HOLD TIGHT. toil and trouble.
21. hold tight. and Leave.
20. i have run out of paint. both gloss AND emulsion. both brilliant white. AND porcelain. it is rather distressing. no more painting for now. instead. i go back to the garden. i burn things. BURN. goodness. i made a bonfire. my hands were warmed. occasionally burned. they are ok. if you were wondering.
moving on.
i have found a bunch of very old cd's. i am having great fun moving through those of them which used to be my favourites. the first cd i ever bought was called "On a Dance Tip". it has such hits on it such as 'Them Girls' by Zig and Zag, 'Saturday Night' by Whigfield, and 'Bump and Grind' by R.Kelly. we never did find out what the R stood for.
Currently listening to:
'Naked' - Louise
oh god.
19. i am at home. it's pretty lonely here. but things get done. i work. i paint walls. with rollers. of many sizes. and with multiple paint colours. mostly those colours are pale. they have been called 'porcelain' and 'brilliant white'. also. gloss paint smells. FUMES. yes. i bought some picture frames. and put things in them. i dug out my dad's record player. so now have something to play my records on. which is nice.
the days drag on. roll on soon.
18. off on tour again. i have been doing things. my family are all gone away. empty house. hey goose.
17. back in london again. had a nice couple of days at home. fixed myself. ran errands. failed at packing clothes. played with the cats. felt better.
i miss the way we sound. click click click. whoosh.
16. i have done many things since i last updated. i went to a bowling party. did meetings. helped cook many meals of food. tomorrow. we go to record things. and talk. i talk. mostly about myself. to myself. i'm ok with that.
you should be too.
15. i'm at home. tour is over. and i'm feeling pretty ill. i have been wracking my brains, trying to remember people. from when i was little. but my head is full of holes. i suddenly miss them, i am missing them, in my memory. like tiny bubbles. in aeros. patented.
its gotten me thinking a lot. about things. these bubbles. they test me. tease me. i don't remember their faces so well. only their first names. kirsty. kerry. sam. sami. hugh. chris. others also.
i haven't spoken in days.
14. Home. Home at last. tour blog coming soon... SOON.
13. i have really no recollection whatsoever of writing number 12 below. it doesn't sound like the sort of thing that i'd write. maybe i've been hacked. i hope not. we are up to day 19 of tour, only 6 left. which is good and bad.
things go ok. i'm very very tired. up and down. but things go ok. watch this space, and where you walk. welcome home north carolina.
12. cock. jammy jammy go go.11. i get so very VERY confused. pastry. gravy. hi.
10. Last night we played at the barfly. it was pretty fun. i still can't believe how amazing some people are. the past few days have been pretty awesome. we've played a lot of shows and had some good fun. things are still ok. thankyou.
still get weirded out. hey capitan.
9. Day Off. today is our one day off on tour. we ate breakfast at the cavern and did some more carrying of boxes. also we had some more photos taken. i worry about the photos. about the faces i make. and the poses i take. i feel full and uncomfortable. then we spent a long time in our van. our van is pretty nice. it has six seats in the back, a table, and even a small flip down television which some people have to watch in a mirror. subtitles are impossible. we have watched beerfest and old school so far. we attempted to watch alien 3, we failed.
so far tour has been pretty good. the crowds have gotten better each night. we have played ok. the people we are on tour with are actually amazing. it will be a sad sad time when they have to leave. a sad time. so far we have been as far north as scarborough and right down to exeter with a few places in between. fun has been had.
i get weirded out. peak and trough. hey collage, you go together.
i get weirded out.
8. on tour. up and down.
7. i am relieved as hell. i got my university results. and they went OK. i got my degree, which is dead exciting. i had been very very nervous. so this is GOOD GOOD news. i am going to go and celebrate. come see me. hey emerald. hey bishop. hey Viva! hey Midland. hey southcoast. hey amsterdam. conquered. conquered. conquered.
6. the countdown has begun. to tour. its quite exciting. we are hopeful that it will go well. i look forward to re-meeting old friends. and hopefully making some new ones. i suggest that you should come to a show. or maybe two. and say hello. in fact if you come to a show because you read this, i shall give you sweets. i have packed up my clothes in a small maroon case. it has wheels and a reindeer head motif. in addition to clothes i have towels, toiletries, dvds (SLACKERS), musics, gameboy, camera, pens, books, and notepads. i need: a haircut, more space. MORE SPACE
headlock. average bear. connetiCUT.
5. i have hit the wall. slowly it dawns on me that unless i do something soon, i will be doing nothing for a very, very long time. no longer can i rely on the return to the city. i have come to the conclusions that: i could quite happily go to chef school; i dislike Gillian McKeith; 'Pay-it-forward' is a rather wonderful idea; i have not had a cup of tea in around a year; i still have ages to wait before i can 'get on'.
I hope i can see the following places in the coming 12 months: Paris. Berlin. Jerusalem. Zagreb. Dublin. (New York). (Rio, Brazilia).
average bear.
4. the aprehension and rage had dissipated until it came for me to write number 4. now they are back. damn. i am still waiting for my results. i would like them soon. before i go away please. unless they are very bad. in which case they can keep them. somebody tell me what to be.
i have a hole in my arm.
3. i am filled with aprehension and something that feels a little like RAGE. i don't know what to do about you. me.
2. i am slightly disconcerted with my lack of activity. i have been doing intermittent work. as a dog walker/gardener/handyman. which has been nice. it has rained a lot. so i have gotten wet. very wet. but not completely sodden.
i have seen the following (mildly interesting) wildlife this week: many foxes (mostly running, away). a Pigmy Shrew (dead). a normal shrew (not dead). a black ladybird with yellow spots (this peed on me, also not dead). i have also seen much uninteresting wildlife. mostly ducks and cats and dogs.
i also went kite buggying. but there was no wind. although i enjoyed sitting in the buggy.
i am desperate to be there. kit.
1. i have returned home. with all my worldly belongings crammed in to a guitar case. it was heavy. and has left bruises on my shoulders. i am glad to be back. the internet works well here. but my phone does not. my shoulders are nearly better. but my bike is dying. she is rusting. i currently spend my days playing with my kittens and riding my bicycle. i check email accounts with unnerving regularity and try to learn morality from jeremy kyle each morning. he's a wonder. i have also spent most of the past day in the garden battling with some ancient fence posts. needless to say i won. they lie parallel to each other on the grass. defeated. they put up a good fight. worthy adversaries. i have picked up various injuries from my battle. including many blisters and stinging nettle stings. i am still finding mud in odd places. i have a fear of the lake. talk to me.
looking forward to christmas.
i like to do this...
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