It has come to that cherished time of year when I start to wonder what the hell I am going to do over the next few years. It's something to do with spring I think. Staying in Bordeaux for a further year is looking sensible. Any suggestions for a career plan are very welcome. I can state that I don't really want to be a teacher, although it can be good fun at times and the holidays are great.

Music continues to go well if not slowly. We're working on lots of new stuff, which is more sophisticated emotionally, but hampered somewhat by my intensely cliched lyrics. It only seems to work if I set my poems to the music. Writing lyrics after the music is written results in trash.

I have a scary claw for a right hand after cultivating my nails for a few months. Classical guitar sounds loads better though, and I gave my guitar the present of new strings the other day. Students are a-coming. They're going to be subjected to modals and prepositions. Lucky day. Good bye.