toy cars

Last night was, er, interesting as we slipped into that club to meet Jake's contact.

In a private area. To be honest what we found out was a little bit 'boys and their toys' when I thought about it afterwards. These dinky little cars are linked but I can't really write about it here. This little area of London is part of a bigger plot although I'm not even sure now whether its all just a wind-up. I shall just be glad to be able to get back to home instead of walking around an area where I have to keep checking what is in the shadows.

VIP Poledancing

VIP Poledancing is not exactly my thing, but Jake says that his contacts have asked for another meeting at this club in East london.

This is going like the Amsterdam trip at the moment and I'm not sure I want to continue.

Clare says we don't really have much choice at the moment and that she'll come along with me as a kind of backup. Bigsy also seemed quite interested in joining in. I can't think why.

Now I know why getting the funds for the last studio sessions was quite so easy. There's clearly another agenda operating. I need Jake to level with me.

bedsit

From Fortnums as one of my local shops to this new grocer's shop at the end of my short term street.

Jake's errand to the USA and the meeting with the Ukranians turns out to be a bit more convoluted than I'd expected. I collected the original papers and then met 'Danny' in Exeter, but there seems to be an ongoing list of demands. I'm not quite sure what Jake has gotten into, but Clare assures me its all cool.

I trusted this view until Jake suggested I move to some temporary accommodation for a few days. I was beginning to think I'd not been home in a while and now Jake is practically insisting that I 'hide' for a few days. I know he was doing something similar when I returned from the States, so I'm pretty sure there's some kind of trouble going down. And Bigsy's hurried selection of a 'cheap East End bedsit' hardly inspires confidence.

happy new year

A few of us made it to the Elton gig for new years eve. It was on the television too. I didn't stay over at Canary Wharf like some of the others, instead braving the tube afterwards to head back home. Good gig, although we were split into three different groups because the main area had numbered seating. Somehow rashbre was right in the A's near the front, whilst our gang were about two blocks further back, but we still had a good view.

back in town

A sneaky picture of rashbre's banjo box. I don't think the world knows what it is letting itself in for. I'm sure we will hear about it later over at rashbre central, but at the moment it all seems rather secretive. Clare and Bigsy popped around earlier and attempted some carol singing. I don't think they will make very much. I managed to avoid nearly all of the television over Christmas, although I did see Doctor Who.

xmas

Yep. Home for Christmas. Leaving the smoke for a few days. Trying not to look over my shoulder too much.

Exeter

The Ukranian guys asked me for another meeting, which is linked with a gig in Exeter. It suits me, so I'm meeting a guy close to the Cathedral and he is supposed to be handing me some papers for Jake. As it happens, Clare is in Exeter too and I asked her to see whether she could snap a picture of the guy I'm meeting. Amazingly it worked, although the picture of the guy is quite small, mainly the Cathedral. He said his name was Danya though most people call him Danny.