Thursday 30th August 2007(pp457-466)

Some written on the bus to work (the strange names of the local businesses noted down) and the writing on the front of the new notebook was done sitting on the Icelandic girl's bed as I was waiting for her to get ready to go out, might not have been on this day.

First word in new notebook: bra.

Tuesday 29th August 2007 (pp446-456)

I think it was like therapy to write every day. All of my thoughts and feelings went into the writing, whether directly or indirectly. This doesn't mean that the resulting writing was necessarily 'good'.

Tuesday 28th August 2007 (pp433-445)

It's easy to remember what I did on this day in 2007 because it's all written below on the pages of the scanned notebook. It is still a very clear experience: the ebbing evening heat of the ebbing Summer coming through the window of my bedroom as I sat at my black table writing, trying as ever to catch up with the ten pages a day, and I felt like a serene artist contemplating life, capturing a moment.

Monday 27th August 2007 (pp427-432)

In 2007 it was bank holiday too. I worked and then after work I got off the bus on the seafront in early evening fading heat, and went to meet the Icelandic girl at her house. We went to the beach and met Portia and her friends who were having a barbeque. We went to the Concorde2 for some kind of uninspiring free dub thing and later ambled back along the beach and through town via houses.

Sunday 26th August 2007 (pp416-426)

Self-examination, search for meaning and so on.

Loose paper inserted into notebook, copied out from somewhere in the writing.