As I sit here writing this, its 10.00AM and I’m listening to Ani DiFranco’s dulcet tones drifting from my speakers.
Cup of tea placidly steaming in my Dr. Who mug and I’m poised at the keyboard, waiting for inspiration to strike. I’ve been up and working since 8.00, but I’m still in my hand-me-down tracksuit bottoms and home made ‘Free Tibet’ T Shirt. With a head full of matted bed-hair and three or four day’s stubble, I look a bit of a state to be honest.
Stumbled into the cupboard and spent last night there, well, my back feels like I did, anyway.
