Everything happens for a reason, and anything is possible...

I should be writing about the fabulous, seductive evening I spent watching Susana Baca in performance at the Queen Elizabeth Hall last night. After all, I had the ticket, but it all fell apart. I reached Richmond station in the nick of time - or so I thought. It was closed, so I went home and got loved up with some raspberry ripple ice cream.

I have found out that my outgoing chariot will be auctioned off on eBay. Sweet.

Not: writing any prose or poetry - i'm working!

Looking forward to: Krakow this Friday with the Cistern Kid & the iPod Perv

Struggling to arrange: sensible timings for my three week trip to China, Korea & Taiwan