Spring

We have moved to Woodingdean- we are living here. And settled, more or less. The garden is great for reading, writing, eating breakfast and lunch. The birds provide a lively symphony and there's loads of sunshine. The housemates are tricky (well one is great, the other is a selfish twat), but both have agreed to me utilizing the front room as a studio. Dhia, the eleven year old, will have a piano in there also... so it'll be a active creative environment. At the moment it's pretty empty, apart from meals and occasional small programs with Rich and myself- a bit of reading and singing. I guess in a normal house it would have a t.v. and we'd congregate around the dumb box most evenings- here people are generally doing there own thing.

The "community" is still dodgy as ever. I won't reveal the latest development but, believe me, it is drawn out and ridiculous. I am getting closer to certain individuals but feeling the pressure of negotiating master plans and egos.

All I can do is work away at my own stuff- art, self-development, consciousness.

The last couple of weeks have been completely stressful, for lots of people- must be planetary pulls or the like. Hippy hippy hippy shit.

Some sad news- Mike has left and gone to Australia... I got the Mikey blues. Bel and myself managed to spend some time with him in Margate before he left, before taking him to the airport. Sob! He's a diamond bloke, who's been a main player in my life for the last 9 years, and I miss him alot here in Brighton. Probably the same if not more so for sweet Bel. Anyway, lets hope his life is good down under...