Sunday Night.

48 hours of displacement activity - thats a record, even for me.

Have managed to offend someone grieviously, by using the word 'cup-cake' - apparently it's sexist. They are a bit mistaken and missed the point of my comment, and it's context. This all came out of my criticism of the 'writer' Jane Goldman - and my well know dislike of people who have managed to reach the lofty heights of any profession, without having to work too hard and having rather a lot of unfair advantages thrown their way early on. They were also unaware that JG is the cousin of a friend, and I know rather too much about her already to have formed a particularly good opinion. Oddly enough - it also comes to mind that she was 15 when she first started dating Jonathon Ross, and married him 2 years later - the age differences not exactly disimilar to the young girl and teacher who went AWOL in France recently. Some ( in fact all ) of the newspaper coverage of that sad event has been pretty disgusting - regardless of what actually happened - I'm really uncomfortable that it's spread all over the papers in forensic, titillating detail. If she'd been less attractive - nobody would have cared. A 16 year old boy was stabbed to death on the streets of London yesterday, and a 14 year old girl arrested for murder - a fact that barely figures in the news, you really have to dig to find it. Priorities...

I've been asked if I'm interested in some slight involvement with a photographic even in Brighton. The 'director' of the event is a woman I once worked with - very briefly, about 15 years ago. I've never been able to get over the internalised rage I feel when I remember the experience, she being one of the most selfish, ruthless and cruel people I've ever met. As a way of securing a bit of extra work for herself, she 'created an opening' with my employer by suggesting that I'd lied to him about something trivial and wasn't up to my job. Considering she had never met me before, and just wanted to make me look bad in front of a man who was married to her best friend - she found it surprisingly easy to almost wreck my career with a subtle, throw away comment. I found myself 'having to work for her' - which was quite difficult, as she had no idea whatsoever what she was doing - and made a total dogs dinner of it all, I was forced to clean up the mess with a smile on my face - because if I hadn't... I'd have been blamed. It ruined that job for me, I was never happy there again, and the atmosphere it created between myself and my employer never evaporated.

I shall, of course..... be saying NO.

I ran out and had a cup of tea on the Stade earlier with a friend ( the Stade is the beach front area of Old Town Hastings ) while her son practiced his Karate moves with the seagulls - one of whom deposited a HUGE dollop of green and white bird shit onto a jacket I'd never worn previously, had to run into the disabled toilet to scrape it off with baby wipes. Some people say it's lucky. It 'aint.

I have to pay bills later, write invoices and start a piece of work. For the last few months I've been dumping invoices, receipts and unopened mail into a large cardboard box - too busy to deal with the grief of paperwork. It was a terrible mistake - just sorting it into piles took an hour. The very thought of tackling it makes me feel queasy. I actually found several publication that I'd bought and forgotten to read - and considering how expensive they are now - that's a crime.

My plan for tonight is to watch the original TV version of The Woman In Black. Looking forward to that.