I spent yesterday afternoon with my adorable little godson. He is such a little bundle of fun. His name is Toby and he’s so cheeky and funny and got such a sweet little personality. It’s so good to be able to be a part of his journey. He’s nearly two and he’s already caught up with me in terms of maturity. We both enjoy the swings and the slide and watching films and crushing up crisps and letting them drop on the floor.
That last one might just be him.

I think what I like about seeing him and spending time with him is that I knew his parents before they were together and before they were married and before they thought of even having a baby. They’re solid friends of mine and its so good to see them as parents, it makes them so happy and Toby is the perfect composite of them both.
Very lucky.

Noises under breath
Will never stop stop those things that
Bother you the most.

I spent much of Saturday locked away, listening to Rolling Stone magazines Spotify playlists and writing.
Editing your own work is a thankless and arduous task if ever I undertook one. It’s like admitting there was something wholly wrong with the way you went about the task in the first place.
Looking back with the power of hindsight I can conclude I have made it hard work for myself by not formatting my manuscript correctly on the first putting. It’s a lesson I’ve learnt for the next one (which I couldn’t help starting in the early hours of Sunday morning).
There’s a lot to be gained from giving your work some space and coming back to it with fresh eyes. I’m a sucker for wanting everything now, now, now but there’s something good in patience.

In a couple of weeks I’m recording. 
I’ve settled on the following tracks. 

1. I Wish.
2. House Of Cards.
3. Broken Record Love Song.
4. The Devil.
5. Let’s Go Back.
6. Coming Down.
7. Tell Me Your Secrets.

I would love some opinions so here’s a session I recorded of them:

I’m out walking the dog. It’s a beautiful crisp morning. I’ve already been out for a five mile run today and I’m covering the same route again.
I’ve been spinning a new series of short stories around in my head. It’s so annoying when I have so many other things up in the air at the same time. I wish I could split myself into a thousand Pauls and write it all at once. As far as I know that isn’t a possibility though.
I’ll just have to make a physical note of it and let the whole thing sit for a while.
It is good though. A nice digression from all the university stuff I’ve been on for the last two years.
I’ll have to start on it. I can’t wait.

Legs spread assertive
Despite lack of eye contact
You have time to kill.

A couple of weeks ago I went to a launch party for a horror film with Sam, the editor of Screen Geek, my main source of freelance work. As we walked the frozen streets of London he casually said to me “Oh, you’re into your music right?”
I wasn’t entirely sure how to respond. Who isn’t into their music right?
“Yeah” I replied cautiously, “why?”
“Well these guys at this company keep emailing me about covering some talks at a studio. There were some big film scores recorded there so it would be cool if I could find someone to cover it”.
“Oh okay, where is it?” I asked innocently.
“Abbey Road” he said.

In that moment I tried to seem calm and collected, tried not to fangirl all over the streets of Shoreditch.
“Oh yeah, cool. I could cover that” I eventually said, feigning dull interest.

I’m not a religious man but I’m pretty sure Abbey Road Studios is my Mecca. Last night I wrote my first piece on it, an introduction about the history of film soundtrack and the famous studio. I didn’t realise five of the six Star Wars films had been recorded there by John Williams and the London Philharmonic.
It looks like there could be more to come of this. I’ll keep you posted but it’s exciting.

I’m on the train. It’s full of important business men on their way to their important jobs. They read the paper WIIIIIIDE open and they take calls on their Blackberry business phones.
I’m on a train full of wankers.

Recently it has started to bother me again. I managed to tune it out for a couple of months but the self important arseholes just barge right back into my conscious thoughts. I think what doesn’t help their cause is they feel they have a right to push in front of anyone to get a seat. The other night there was a pregnant woman stood on a packed train from Liverpool Street. She didn’t want to make a fuss but I thought it was disgusting she didn’t feel comfortable to ask for a seat. What are these people going to do she is so afraid of.

This morning because it was raining most people were huddled under the awning directly outside the station rather than venturing to their usual spot to stand and wait for where their usual carriage pulls in. Just as the train arrived in the platform this guy in a suit tries to cut in front of the few people who had been waiting in the rain. I cut him off by moving forward and placing my hand beside the train door as it opened. He is sat opposite me now making notes on something. I’m going to drip the rain collected in my duffel coat on his patent leather shoes for the next forty minutes.

There are so many ways
To stake your place in this world
Try not to fuck others.