I forgot to mention the warnings yesterday. I got two. Two warnings! One was from a crop headed white dude working in a pub in Islington. We were the last out, Luke and I, and he came over, all conspirational la, saying he had this contact, really reliable, high up in the police, and we should stay away from tubes tomorrow. Tomorrow then being today. Actually, its gone midnight, so yesterday. But you get what I mean. "Serious, it's a reliable contact," he said. I asked him if he ever saw that episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm where that happens to Larry, and he hadn't. Well, they were having a party, and Alanis Morrisette was going to play, then that got out so nobody came, I said. The dude looked a bit weirded, I think. But what did he expect? What a weird thing to do! How many people did he tell? How many people did they tell? How many people stayed away from the tubes? Then, stopping by one of those all night Turkish places for bread and ting, I got chatting with the dude behind the counter, who warned me that the shit was going down in August. "Fuck tomorrow," he said. "Bin Laden says, if the infidels aren't out of Iraq by August, there will be hell on earth."
I said I didn't believe in Bin Laden, but I believed in hell on earth. He said he agreed, and we smiled at each other in some weird, grim half-understanding.
But we make our own hell, whatever else is happening in the world, so I shan't be worrying. I have a fine head of silky hair and a half decent complexion, usually, and I can buy all the Ribena I want. Life is good for me. Today I have been hammering out video treatments and reading a little poetry and I shall go to bed once I have written this and get up early, and achieve. Because I can.
Thank you also for the emails, you are mostly very sweet. Love to my peoples under the weather, Luke, Ashley, Mary. Above the clouds it is always a beautiful day, I notice.
Pax, since so many of you are wondering, means Peace. Well, it means a bit more than that. It is Latin, and means peace, and "a period of general stability in international affairs under the influence of a dominant military power".
I find that funny.
I'll leave you with a link, and a poem, sent to me by Kid West.
The Fall of Rome
The piers are pummelled by the waves; In a lonely field the rain Lashes an abandoned train; Outlaws fill the mountain caves.
Fantastic grow the evening gowns; Agents of the Fisc pursue Absconding tax-defaulters through The sewers of provincial towns.
Private rites of magic send The temple prostitutes to sleep; All the literati keep An imaginary friend.
Cerebrotonic Cato may Extol the Ancient Disciplines, But the muscle-bound Marines Mutiny for food and pay.
Caesar's double-bed is warm As an unimportant clerk Writes I DO NOT LIKE MY WORK On a pink official form.
Unendowed with wealth or pity, Little birds with scarlet legs, Sitting on their speckled eggs, Eye each flu-infected city.
Altogether elsewhere, vast Herds of reindeer move across Miles and miles of golden moss, Silently and very fast.
-- W.H. Auden