Very productive day at the cave. Having spent the last two days reading the terminally unreadable "user manual" of the new portastudio, managed to put down a few drum tracks and sang on a couple of songs. The set-up, as usual, is slightly improvised, with an old tripod standing for a mike-stand and bits of sellotape hanging things together. I've often felt that my life has always been held together by the flimsiest of sellotapes, a mere hint of a breeze and the whole lot gets displaced. But that in itself, the feeling that you're always just hanging in there, can have a positive effect, as you become used to improvising and adapting yourself to any corner, whatever shape and size. Been thinking about shapes a lot - just shapes; how sometimes things just fit, without any effort. That has become a near obsession, having things fit just right, without a struggle. Funny how we seem to spend so much time trying to make things work. I have now come to see that, often, if something needs to be worked-out until the morning light, then it will probably never be a smooth fit. You see, the things that have remained with me, are those that fell beautifully into place, and before I could even acknowledge its existence, had already claimed a place in my life. And so to songs, I could never imagine trying to make "it" work. Sometimes, something just fall into place in such an unprovoked way, that it is hard to ignore it, and those are the ones I keep. Tomorrow I'm meeting Daron, go through a few ideas, try to decide on a setlist of sorts and a few other things for the London gig. I can hardly contain my excitement. Had a dream about the gig last night, my mum was in a room close to the stage, but couldn't see the show, as she didn't have a ticket. There - that should keep all the "would-be" Freudian Pathos Hunters busy for a week or so.