was going to try blogging by email out for the first time. am concerned that my blog could get spammed; though i am tempted to set up a spammable blog to see what would be written. on second thoughts, probably not a lot that would be fit for general consumption.

suddenly realised that if i tried it from work, the disclaimer added by work (which, unsurprisingly is quite lengthy) would show up. will try another time.

Keith died on sunday - a very sad day indeed:

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

he is now buried at the end of the garden; a stone marks the spot where his mortal form now lies. he was beautiful fellow, even in death. we both felt utterly helpless to prevent his passing.