New Notebooks, Still Dull

Apparently it is National Novel Writing Month (in the US, I assume), and though I am not writing a novel in any sense, nor, I am sure, will I ever, I recently gave two notebooks a facelift, ready for the impending Changeover Day like some single parent who has never had chickenpox.

The above is for neat notes and sketches for the play I am working on; it is just a spiral-bound mother from WHSmiths, and probably cost £3. It is literally covered in stickers, but I am not a teenage girl. It looks nice. For fuck all. There is no need for eloquence.

This is an A5 size for general note-taking, soon to enter circulation. I’ve always liked the skull design; they were done for me by Jack Teagle to give away with some of my music, but I had far too many made. Jack also did a lot of the stickers on the play notebook, and the rest oozed from my corpusculent talon.