Disco inferno

I'm not a baby, but I certainly did burn yesterday ...

We had glorious weather on Arran so Kris and I spent just about all day sunbathing in between bouts of discussion the various attractions of her neighbours. I had no sun cream and am consequently doing a passable impression of a lobster.

I got through quite a bit of Garrison Keillor's Love me on the journey to and from Arran. It's put me in mind of a literary version of Schubert: very lyrical writing, but ineffably sad.

War of the worlds got postponed again. May catch it later in the week, if I can be bothered - it seems to have got very mixed reviews, and I get the impression Spielberg's in a bit of a rut.