The Long Road Home

Long day at work trying to develop someone else's PHP scripts. They didn't do a bad job, they just weren't aware of well, a better way. If the university had forked out the money to keep them on, I wouldn't be wasting my time like this. Instead I've been chasing my tail all day trying to figure out and rewrite their work.

I'm tired and hungry but 'Copying Beethoven' finishes today at Cineworld, so I had to make the last screening if I was to see it on the big screen. I asked warily if it was 'assigned seating', but there was a snowball's chance in Hell of that, thankfully. Besides the fact that the reviews haven't been great, it's not exactly a date movie, or, let's face it, of much interest to any but those with a taste for classical music. The cinema was empty when I arrived and now with ten minutes to go, not much better.

Started 'The Road' last night. Great writing, of course, but the jury is very much out at the moment on the story. Post-apocalyptic stories are ten a penny. McCarthy's story bears more than a superficial resemblance to a novel by my creative writing teacher, Sheila Barrett, a book called 'Walk in a Lost Landscape'. Then there's 'A Dog and His Boy' by Harlan Ellison, or 'Damnation Alley' by Zelazny. Anyway later.