Leeds Castle

Today we got up early - or rather, early for me, which means extracting myself from bed before 9:30 in the a.m. and then getting in the car and hurtling down to Junction 7 of the M20.

Then realising that Leeds Castle is near Junction 8 of the M20, and having to go round the roundabout again, get back on the motorway and hurtle a bit more.

Realism is not always good policy

I'm gradually making my way through the haul of books, DVDs and CDs that I purchased in London.  Probably foremost amongst those has been Realism, the [almost brand] new Magnetic Fields album.  I've been keen on the Magnetic Fields since I watched the last episode of season one of The Shield, which is a strange way to come to find a quirky singer-songwriter considering romantic misadventures.  But then what isn't romantic about seeing a bald-headed Angryman* charging around in despair, to the sound of "All My Little Words"?