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05/05/03 - Planning to let it happen

I'd like to get away for a week to some faraway forgotten place, leave Sexyloops to its own devices, recuperate mind and spirit in an idyllic haven unspoilt by man's torment, and not too touristy. In short I've decided to go to the West Country, which may or may not be any of those things, but it was a spontaneous decision and therefore I think a good one.

“Yes! The West Country, I'll book a cottage! It will be a blast, far away from the madding crowd – I work far too hard in any case (I've worked exactly four days this year); I must leave this rat race of a life and take care of my soul!" (There's another reason as well, of course, there always is; there's never just one simple reason - there always has several and usually more and they're almost always contradictory).

So I figured May 26-30, I'll find myself a getaway cottage; shouldn't be too hard to accomplish – I'm a reasonably competent person, mostly.

I'm not quite sure why I thought it would be easy. Maybe it's because I just let things happen, and I'm constantly surrounded by chaos – I take pride in this actually – and everything still seems to work out, despite it all. "Yeah, West Country, Cottage"; I didn't realise then that you had to book the thing fifteen years in advance.

I mean even the “last minute deals” are all three years from now.

And fuck are they expensive? I could live for a year in Denmark, getting drunk every night, for what it costs to rent a small cottage somewhere in Exmoor. Still it's a plan now, and I'm looking forward to it; something will turn up, it always does, I have friends on the case and a very competent secretary (not mine, naturally - why have your own when you can borrow someone else's?).

Personally I have a bit of a problem with this obsession for plans that many people exhibit. I'm not a “Planning Person” myself – in fact there's nothing that gets up my nose more than someone who tries to plan everything, especially if it involves me. And that's the point: Planning People don't just plan their own lives; they plan everyone else's. Of course this makes perfect sense in their ordered world. How can you plan your life when people around you are being themselves and unpredictable? So they tell you what to do. Which is a perfectly good reason not to do it.

Indeed that's my whole philosophy in life: don't worry about anything; just let it all happen, it doesn't matter anyway, and if it does you probably can't change it. In fact I don't have a philosophy at all; that would involve too much of a plan.

The contents page was a plan. Remember that? Never has there been such a major undertaking in the history of mankind; I didn't know where I was for at least three whole weeks. The contents page was the only thing I've planned in my whole life – and it still doesn't make any sense.

But if you want to rent a cottage in the West Country you need to know what you'll be doing in your next lifetime. And maybe the one after. The problem's not spontaneity – hey this is life; life is spontaneous – the problem is the Planning People. They mess it up for all us in-it-for-the-moment dudes. “You want to be impulsive? Well you'll just have to plan it first”

Look at Viking Lars' bookshelves. On them you will find, not chaos, but systematically arranged rows and rows of books. Come on Lars; life's too short for that bollocks! Get a grip man; let go – just throw them in any old way; you know you want to. If you can't find the book you're looking for then you probably didn't need it in the first place.

Do you realise that Sexyloops is the only thing that prevents me from living moment by moment. No wonder it's chaos in here.

This week: I'll be in Berlin, teaching the Fario Club, who I've taught before (last two years). Should be fantastic! Looking forward to German beer, meeting old friends and flyfishing…
Paul

Bit shorter this week, but never do the same thing once...

Essential Bush Skills

The start of any flytying good flytying sequence involves squirting The Light of Apgai on your polyprops
Both alarm and curiousity set in when the polyprops start melting
Putting the lid back on the jar to stop *that* happening again
The flytying proper is underway
Notice the composure, that's true class that is
A difficult bit, you can tell that from the vacant expression
Essential bush skills: the third hand
Notice my hat here, it's quite daring
Snip, snip
I'm not quite sure what I'm doing here, but it's cool
Trimming an oversize hackle that appears to have become trapped in the whip finnish manoevre
Delicate precision work, the hallmark of any good flytyer
A sexy catch...

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