On the way back into London last night on the serenely beautiful (when empty) westway. Had just decided (after 24 hours of country living) that I would ideally like to be living in a stilted house in the middle of some perfectly flat plain. I would have these amazingly calming views of nothing but sky and still be commutable distance to London.

It’s that time of year (for me anyway) whereby my holiday imagination hasn’t quite been beaten down by the realities of 9-5 living , leaving me a little out of kilter (in a good way) with the world at large.

A few more days off and i could have written my first (great) novel or discovered an enourmously creative way to make a living whilst still being on holiday.

Maybe in the summer.

Whilst jb was driving I was ‘doing my bit’ by taking control of the ipod deejaying responsibilities-this was the tune that was playing as we zoomed over west London and back to the world.

It’s kind of melancholic disco-saturday night music, heavy with monday morning’s regrets.

Jean Carn-Was that All it Was