On a day like today, when Londoners are rushing to the parks due to a faint sliver of sun, the strange feeling of heat, it is hard not to feel good. Frown’s turn into smiles, shorts, shades, skirts are out, you plug yourself into some favourite tunes and set off to stroll the streets, enjoying the often fleeting summers day, not knowing when the next one will be. Well – that is supposed to be what we do isn’t it? Yet after seeing my favourite and only Saturday client this morning I felt strangely morose and lethargic. 

The day started of well enough, though I am finding myself slowly slipping into insomnia and thus feeling rather tired, but by the time I had returned home, let the chooks loose to ravish the garden and drunk my daily maximuscle supplement I was feeling more than a little lack lustre. The problem with trying to break ones hermitage way is that you start to discover that, although you thought you were in fact unique and everyone else was out having a great time, when you ring around most can’t be bothered! Perhaps, much rather than me being the only modern hermit, a loner in my own right, it is actually that society is becoming more and more this way. Why do we even need to leave our houses these days?! You can shop for clothes, groceries, household goods on the internet. You can do all the socialising one might need by phone, email, messenger. The number of people working from home is increasing and why relocate for entertainment when we have it siphoned into our homes through TV, internet, gaming. And needing some special “attention”? Then simply dial a date. Are we a society of modern hermits?! Are we in danger of becoming a race networked by cables & wires, never seeing the light of day, never actually leaving our unique cut off worlds? 

I spent this afternoon slumbering in my bedroom, a cup of tea in one hand, a malt loaf in the other and “Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles” on my PC. I’m loving this newly discovered series and what with my obsessive behaviour I couldn’t wait to see it as by aire date, soon having the episodes downloading and watching it for 3 hours. A know a new obsession when I see it coming on, but my love for TV drama’s has me well and truly hooked at least the days of blowing out friends, dates and generally life is over what with the greatest invention of Sky+, Virgin+, catchup and the like. 

The rain is coming down now, soft and pattering. It’s a fresh relief from the burning heat of the day…lets hope it washes this strange mood away leaving me refreshed for tomorrow’s Peruvian Party.

The sun is still baking in London, a breezy gentle heat, and after a day of gardening I seriously need to sort my tan situation out. You may think that gardening, being outside and having the joys of the sun and blue fluffy skies one would get a great tan, you do, however there are problems. I look like an overbaked sandwich, a Panini that hasn’t been flipped, from the back a gorgeous brown, from the front porcelain white and from the side a lovely zip looking line! It may be one of the most bizarre tan’s ever, a hazard of bending over herbaceous borders all day. 

I have been feeling highly creative today, more so than usual. My brain is a melting pot for idea’s, stories, plots. It always has been and from the earliest stages, even before I could write, I was creating my own drama’s with my farmyard sets, a dairy mutiny one day, escape of the pigs the next, I could keep myself happy for many many hours, perhaps this is how my inner hermit first began, shut away in my own little imaginative world for all those hours. 

For a couple of years now I’ve been gradually forming a black comedy drama in my head….the characters, principle layout, sets, stories, look…all subconsciously building into my own little world. An addict to the gaming phenomenon “Sims 2” I first thought of expressing this story through their videoing media but this simply wouldn’t do justice to what I can actually play out in my head and today I have thought that rather keeping it in my head I actually ought to write it down, perhaps even attempt to write the pilot and maybe, in a terrifying world, try and pitch it to someone at ITV (though this would be rather crap inducing and WAY to scary right now!). If one never tries then one will never know…so I guess I ought to just get my crap together and get on with it. Set around a physiatrists office the series would gradually see the introduction of key clients, phasing into their dramatically filled lives and that of the quirky and surreal psychiatrists leaving the viewer wondering who actually needed the help more, the clients or the professionals. Through differential means we would start to discover that each patient knew more about the others than they cared to admit, often ending in some embarrassing and dramatic admissions….whilst behind the scene’s the office workings went from the strange to the utterly bizarre. Obviously, sometimes what seems like a good idea in ones head is utter rubbish when it hits the paper so I will have to see what is left when I write a fleshed out script and define the characters more….but even if it goes nowhere…it’s a creative outlet that my brain is badly needing right now.