Enitharmon is a Dreamy Idealist.

I’m an Analytic Thinker. It’s another way of saying INTP in Myers Briggs talk, isn’t it?

It’s up! They’ve put the new sculpture in place ages ahead of the opening ceremony on Bastille Day (which unfortunately clashes with Full Council.)

I wrote about the new buildings a few months ago.  I haven’t been to take a pic myself of the new statue, but you can find one on Flickr here.

I quite like it.  I can’t wait to see what it looks like at night – it’s apparently lit up – and I will find an excuse to do a drive-by soonish.

Nottingham North’s MP Graham Allen wrote to the planning committee to commend it, when it came before us for planning permission a few months ago.  He not only liked that, but wanted half a dozen more 60m high statues in various places across the city.  Connected by LASER BEAMS!!!!

It’s hard to imagine Graham Allen as a Bond villain.

Oh dear – it’s the middle of the night again, and I’m still on the internet instead of being in bed. I have to get up early tomorrow to get things done, and it’s looking like that won’t happen now. (It’s hardly as if I control these things, y’know!)

Happily I have been spending my time on the internet productively and wisely. I have been reading about the Great British Duck Race.

And also marvelling at what people around the world eat. Italians – lots of bread.  Germans – lots of beer. Americans – an awful lot of things in incredibly bright packaging. Mexico – how much coke?! And so on through different ethnicities down the page until you get to the family living in a camp in Chad with small sacks of lentils and a big plastic bottle of water.

I dread to think what my current diet would look like if you spread out a weeksworth of food on a table. At the moment I am barely cooking at all, and almost everything I’ve eaten in the the last month or more has been bought minutes before eating it.  Garage sandwiches, the worst of excesses from overpriced city-centre lardmongers.  This evening in my short break between meetings, I tried to head to M&S for overpriced prepackaged salad and fruit, but misremembered their opening times and ended up in Starbucks again for an overpriced disappointing croque-monsieur panini (no, really).

Bah.  It’ll all come to an end when I return from Munich Salisbury Bournemouth in the Autumn next year.