Clocks go forward - it's gonna be later than you think

Of course, when I won't get any sleep anyway I start playing on the Web.

All the people we used to know
They’re an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenters’ wives.
Don’t know how it all got started,
I don’t know what they’re doin’ with their lives.

If you know Dylan, then you know the lyrics of Tangled Up In Blue by heart, so you can enjoy him just grinning through it live on a fan video from 1999 (he does a good live show, with a great band, as ever)...


If you still don't understand what he said (like yer dad) or what he did to lyrics (not just words, or 'poetry') then you can read them (hear) as subtitles here.

And if that just don't do it for you, try K T Tunstall really storming the whole thing.

Script-writing

The countdown is already getting like the clock on the bomb at the end of the movie, when the hero tries to guess whether to cut the red or the blue wire.

It's not so much a device for blowing people up, as for winding up the tension for a climax.

It actually allows you to put a clock on the screen (but editors manipulate 'real time').

Why do you find me mumbling to myself? Well, I have made half a commitment to take part in Script Frenzy, and I suspect a bit of planning might prove more important with a screenplay, than with a novel.

And I haven't done any planning, and April looms.