Oooh you're a naughty mess

up reasonably early/ to lunch with a and m and p later/ intake de yester: 1 btl table wine, usuals/ listening: i looked at you, the doors/ picked up a remastered version of their eponymously named album t'other jour and have been having a touch of a revival/ an excellent band/ i was obsessed with them, and with jdm (james douglas morrison) from about the age of 12/13/ this obsession lasted until i got into rave culture heavily/ recently, having read a lot of decent literature, i started to hate them for jdm's cringingly bad lyrics/ then i heard them a couple of months back on a tv rockumentary and remembered just what a great band they really were/ all their albums, produced in a five year period, are exceptional/ i know every lyric and musical nuance they ever produced, so this revival is also a pleasant exercise in nostalgia/ i must start reading again/ this has been a bad year for books/ i've read some great ones, but very few/ and reading makes my brain feel great/ instead i sit in front of the tv for several hours every evening, my brain silently rotting/ never mind.../ right, today i will force myself to read in the evenings/ there are enough rooms in this house for me to have a study, so i shall set up a study and retreat there every evening and read or write/ i just tend to blanch at anything which i know is either not going to give me pleasure or will take a bit of an effort to get the pleasure out of it/ that said, i'm willing to travel for two hours to score heroin, so i'm talking shit/ i shall learn to read!...