A Dangerous Man is now published for the second time (hurrah!) and you can buy the paperback at Amazon US. The blurb is:
Michael Jones, a young gay artist and part-time prostitute will do anything to stage his first exhibition. When he falls in love with rich financier, Jack Hutchinson, he seems set to achieve his goal. But as Mikey becomes caught between the unforgiving territory of smoky-bar Hackney and the green-garden luxury of upper class London, we discover the intense mindscape of a man obsessed with his dreams as he attempts to free himself of his past. When a net of antagonistic relationships and inner battles encroaches upon him, the consequences of Mikey's uncompromising pursuit emerge in thrilling tragedy, leaving him having to fight for all he holds dear, and in the only way he knows how.
Something to get your teeth into for sure. You can find reviews from the original now out-of-print edition here, so if you missed it first time round in 2007, now's your chance to catch up. It's a book I'm particularly proud of too, though I say it myself and probably shouldn't. Heck, even best-selling crime author Andrew Taylor called it: "a dark and chilling parable about art, love and murder". So it can't be too bad, I hope!...
There's one meditation poem this weekend:
Cast your handful
into the vast waters
for purity to begin.
The Sunday haiku is:
Scent of strawberries
blossoms the air with summer
in this autumn chill.
Rejoice! We have taken our last and umpteenth trip to the council tip, washed all the carpets and have put everything back into position in the flat ready for selling. I must say the spare room looks totally stunning and the faux-zebra African rug looks magnificent with the pale lilac walls, the black bookcases & blinds. If I wanted a two-bedroom flat with good-sized rooms, a fabulous gold-and-cream living room in a highly desirable part of Godalming, I'd be here like a shot, to be honest. We have three estate agents coming round this Wednesday so I hope it will be on the market by the end of the week or the beginning of next week.
In the meantime, we have created a list of about 23 properties we want to see by means of Right Move, and, from those, starred about 10 that are top of that list. I've made appointments to see four of these on Thursday, and I'm ringing up about another one tomorrow. The plan is for me to act as a vanguard to choose properties that K and I will both want to view during weekends when K is free, but those I don't like or don't think he'll like can be ditched as I go along and then I'll save us both the weekend trip. This morning we've driven round to look at some of them planned for Thursday, and I've already discounted one that's way way too near the station. The current feeling is that Normandy, Elstead and Milford are good, and we may well concentrate our search there unless something comes up in Godalming or there's something that's really great elsewhere.
It's not all been house-orientated this week however - I've played some extraordinarily bad golf (which I blame on having to lug the very heavy carpet cleaner we hired up 32 stairs to the flat on my own - Lordy, that was tough but I did it!...), and K and I also had fun (and some tears - mine) when we went to see Calendar Girls at Woking on Thursday. Lovely to be out at the theatre again, but goodness me what a lot of women came to see it. I had to dash like a crazed thing to get into the loo queue at the interval, and I'm sure there were no more than 10 men in the whole audience. In my innocence, I'd thought it might be the other way round, but the theatre-goers of Surrey are a law unto themselves.
Ooh and isn't Pamela Stephenson magnificent in Strictly Come Dancing? Utterly magical to watch in every way. Good on her!