Why is it that most mornings you (I’m assuming I’m not the only one in the world this happens to) wake up with a song going around in your head?
Today, my brain is treating me to the classic 80s hit about that Irish marine, Cam O’Flage. I don’t think I’ve heard it in years, yet it’s bouncing around my dome in all it’s jangly guitar glory. Often these songs stick in your head for hours after waking. Perhaps the refreshing waves of the freezing cold Atlantic will rid me of it.
Yesterday, I was up so high I was able to punch a cloud. Despite the rotten weather this is a rather wonderful place, I’d recommend it to anyone to who wants to get away from the big city. And, of course, it’s given me time to work on some other things, including my screenplay about a blogger that becomes the manager of his favourite team.
A sample:
I think I’m onto a winner here.
