Wednesday 1st November
Woke up after a shit night’s sleep and went straight into the library. I didn't feel so good all day and by lunch time I was in a bit of a slump. After lunch I went across the road to see Kevin and he showed me how to put together some casts and how to use the wax injection machine.

Home - work, a brief conversation with James, nothing to report except mum has arranged for him to go out on the Saturday night so asked if I could return him a little early, no problem I said, which was not strictly true. I had planned a bonfire night but it is not for me to decide. I said I would meet him at Hoddeson to see him play football on Saturday morning at 10am and then go out for the day.

When I got home I thought fuck this and went down the pub. The Grove Inn is on the edge of Holbeck (the good edge) hidden under the shadow of the new Sky Scraper. Their is always live music on and often musicians will just sit in one of the many snugs and just play. I parked myself in the non smoking room for some privacy and spent a couple of hours drawing designs for a giant bullet.



Got a call from Rob (an ex work colleague and close friend) who invited me over to his bonfire night party in Liverpool on Saturday night. Rob is an exec for a large telecoms company. We met working in London for Pilkington Glass and he moved in with me when James Mother left or was thrown out, depending on who is telling the story. We lived together travelled together and got in lots of trouble together and even though our lives now travel on vastly different paths we still see a lot of each other, top bloke.



When the leffe Blond started to take its toll and make the ruler twitch I decided to head for home and bed.