h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I was watching a nicely-creepy Japanese horror flick http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marebito_%28film%29 last night, about a man who becomes obsessed with the tunnels beneath Tokyo, and the rest of the world, and what lives in them and is to be found in them. About half-way through I realised that the storyline was based upon The Shaver Mystery http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Sharpe_Shaver , which, it seems, still has its followers.

It went really cold yesterday afternoon, and it has been a howling gale since. I had to turn on two of the storage heaters and close the blinds and curtains and close the curtain over the front door. Susan is on fleeces and hot water bottles.

I route-marched Susan down to Grandholm Mills today, then via some old paths skirting the houses at Bridge of Don to the supermarket that cannot be named. We got some beer and other essentials and caught the bus home.

Susan had a good three-miler today, I reckon.

Steak pie n' veg for tea. I have a Stuart Gordon HPL-themed flick to watch tonight, and Susan can do her jigsaw.

I like the idea of tunnels under the world (check out http://www.gutenberg.org/files/31979/31979-h/31979-h.htm - the granddaddy of the Matrix, PKD, Groundhog Day, The Truman Show &c &c) . I was delighted when I stumbled upon two tunnels (under roads) during today's walk, and I can quite understand those tunnel-bugs who undermine their own homes and have to ger ASBO'd. I will have to repeat the walk some time when Susan is up to coping with the off-road bits of it.

Re. the new housing at Grandholm Mill - I said a few years back that I found it Ballardian, but that I could quite happily live there. This remains the case. The place was deserted when we walked through it at 1.30-ish today, but I could feel all the little Ballardians behind their doors and windows.

Anyhow, Miah was out from 12 'til the back of 4, and was obviously sitting at the top of the stairs when we got back home 'cos she emerged yowling then had a serious dust bath.

The wind is yowling and throwing up the dust too.

Summer, Aiberdeen, 2011.


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