She liked to watch me grow old

Saturday morning is spent ironing whilst listening to BBC Radio Two.

I am so Rock and Roll it hurts.

Later . . .

She liked to look at the old man

I stand in the queue at Virgin, waiting to purchase my copy of Thirteenth Step. Twelve George Clooneys smile at me from the back of his 2004 calender. I'm a little scared. I feel sorry for the woman (or guy, I suppose) who has to spend a month with Tired George, let alone a month with Old Man George staring at them from the wall.

The Hollyoaks calender is too far away for jokes.

She liked to lie

Tweaked Curiosity a bit this weekend, although the rewrite isn't quite complete yet. Also tried out a new plotting aid over the weekend, typing out a few scenes from Dearest . . . and generally just playing around. Not sure quite what I think of it yet, but it seems to be okay. Certainly beats doing in Powerpoint (which was okay, but the file sizes became just too large).

Later . . .