So, today I grapple with the fear of flying in aeroplanes. A few weeks ago I underwent a day of aeroplane conditioning. Having gone to Heathrow and sat in a hotel conference room directly beneath the flight path of a thousand jets crumbling the fabric of creation with their titan screaming, I got on a plane with a clutch of pscyhologists from Harley street, some excess pilots and over a hundred neurotic, psychotic, like-emotioned members of the public.

So that was ok, 45 minutes on a plane for the sake of it, nice day and lots of exhortations recalling the importance of breathing and squeezing buttocks to allay the stress. However, a flight to Malaga takes 2 hours 50 minutes, which by my calculations is more than 3 times as much hanging in the ether than on my therapeutic flying experience. Still I've got the tape to listen to and the train to Malaga is about two days...

merely to keep some continuity I am posting this entry. Sadly in keeping with the theme of the last post (!) I will reveal nothing that is of any consequence. Keeping the mystery going as to whether I am divine in cyberspace... (honestly, what do you think??)

today is my first entry. Don't be afraid to embrace the tedium of this embryonic weblog... each entry is a gateway to the next one...

today I wrote a list and had lunch, though lunch wasn't on the list. Mostly I tidied up my attic, which is kind of a good metaphor for my head -being at the top of the house and operating like flight control for my life.

good night