Friday, 1 December 2017


          Managed to fast yesterday. Due to being a fat basturn these days, I've had a few days recently when I haven't eaten much, but it's years since I ate nothing all day. Very pleased.

Monday, 27 November 2017

More Longniddry Bent photies.

          The driving around the hinterlands of  Edinburgh on Saturdays has been a real highlight of the week recently. Lovely views, lovely sunsets, bonnie Scotland.

           Everything seems to be going well. The main thing, of course, concerns the meditations which continue in a most encouraging fashion. And this is my time of the week. Let's hope for more developments and many, many hours on the cushion over the next few days. That's the way to do it!

          Just checked my emails and got the rejection from the Traverse. The usual standard letter. Seemed to think the play was called 0069, but that's just because they couldn't be bothered to check the email. Anyway, sending plays which haven't been commissioned to the Traverse is not the way to get plays produced. Well, I knew that. But there's really nothing I can think of doing with a play that hasn't been commissioned except send it to the Traverse. And that's not the way to do it!!


Thursday, 23 November 2017

November Colours

               We've been getting about quite a bit over the last weekend. Both on Saturday and Sunday we were motoring all over east Lothian; North Berwick, Dunbar, etc.  The last photie was taken this morning. Rainbow didn't quite come out.

               Everything seems to be gradually getting better.  Apart from the weather. Going to see Auntie Kathy so it must be Thursday. Hope the rain stays off!

Tuesday, 14 November 2017

Allotment in November

          I'm eating a plate of tatties, boiled then slowly fried in the wok with olive oil and quite a lot of onion. The tatties and the onions did very, very well this year. I don't know what kind of tatties these are, but they seem very like King Edwards. Add salt and sauce. I do not think this will make me any slimmer, especially since I'm eating it with wonderful weissbiers.

          Tuesday is the new Monday. Yesterday I went to the hospital for Poisonous to get a stookie off his arm. One thing leads to another.

          The cabbages were also quite good this year, but I've eaten them all.

          Most of the transplanting of stuff from one side of the allotment to the side I now rent has been done. I dug up the strawberries today. The last photie is of the shambles I've created. Slipshod Johnnyboy.

Monday, 6 November 2017

No Response from Agents about play.

          I think I sent out about six emails to agents who were registered as being interested in hustling plays, and I did get one response. I sent one to Tom Erhardt, an agent who tried half heartedly to get a further production of BUSTED. This was in about 1992, so someone got back to me from that agency to say that he'd retired. Well, I kind of guessed that. Anyway, despite having eight plays produced and two novels published, etc., etc., it is difficult to get anyone even read a play.

          This is what I expected. That is why there is no point in writing Hamlet if you do not have connections in the business already. Really, you have to be engaged. I might send out some other emails soon since I do think I should try to do something with this play since it might not be too bad.

          We went to Newbattle Abbey College for our Saturday outing and the photies were taken there.

           Today I moved a gooseberry and a blackcurrant bush over to what is now my side of the allotment. Once I get the strawberries moved, that'll be that.

Wednesday, 25 October 2017

Play agents and the allotment.

           I've given half the allotment back to the council. The boy kept hassling me with emails going on about the eleven year waiting list for plots and such, so I gave in. What you see in the last two photies is what I'll have left next year. Well, it means less ground, but also less work. I reckon I've had the full allotment for twenty five years!

           Tonight, finally, I thought I should send out some emails to theatre agents about the play I sent into the Scottish Playwrights Society which led to the meeting with Stephen Greenhorn. Funnily enough, I came upon Tom Erhardt whom I met around 1990 or 1991. He liked BUSTED. Surprised if he's still working.

           I hold out no hope for a play which was not commissioned by anyone, but I suppose I should make an effort.

Monday, 23 October 2017

Long time no see.

                  The top photie is from Auntie Kathy's, the corridor outside her room. It's Mossend Cross in the early 1900s, I assume. I thought the tin building was the old pole hall, but Kathy told me it was a church. Well, it has a cross on it.

                   The second photie was taken at an exhibition. It doesn't do the piece justice, but it was nic to see something from Roz in an exhibition.

                    My girlfriend ended up in Newmains a couple of weeks ago and, of course, I had to have a look at the old Bowman house. They've cut down a lot of trees, all the ones at the front anyway. Also, they seem to have added a bit of floor and they've fixed the roof, it seems.

                    The house was another reminder of impermanence. When I think of how much that house meant in my life and Roz's and all ....

                     A very good friend of mine seems to have had bad news about his health. Another reminder of impermanence. This has given me quite an impetus to practise.

                   It's Monday and my daughter's birthday today. She's thirty already. I haven't seen much of her since the Spring, but I'll see her tomorrow.

                   I'm becoming less and less happy with my lifestyle. It is not conducive to practising. But to my puzzlement, the meditations keep developing. My bad habits make me less happy than I would be. Anyway, it's Monday and this is usually the day when I try to reset my life, having spent since Thursday night with Heather. I've got plenty to do around this place.

                   I'm at the stage with my new novel where I can just dip into it now even after a few days off.

                   The bottom photie is of Edinburgh from Kinghorn. We still go out on Saturday and find some place to take the dog a walk.