today ill work on the tags. in my book. its already got index of titles and index of first lines. but i like to be stupid. i was doing, am still doing, tags for my blog and i was, still am, marvelling at how much the collection of (mostly as it turns out) proper names illuminates the themes of my writing. i write about things with proper names. concrete, flesh & blood & metal & plastic stuffs. places, foodstuffs, people, car makes, motorbike makes, brands; i write a lot about aqua, the brand of mineral water one gets by habit though its not necessarily the best-tasting, in oompapa. my most abstract tag is probably ‘ex-girlfriend‘.

so im gonna do that today. and wait for my bloody designer to call me. its been two months since i last saw him. the bastard. that wouldve been his tag.