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So I've started to keep notebooks (a bit late in the day but never mind - I like them). Inspired in part by Peter Beard (not to be confused with Peter Beardsley), I find them relaxing to make / keep, and they augment my memory - magazines are chopped up, concerts are reviewed, books critiqued, paintings appreciated, that type of thing. Anyway, above is what happens when magazines get the treatment. The best thing, though, is that screens are not involved and oh by jimminy! that is a relief let me tell you. Mrs Lemon's has suffered a bit as a consequence but the jamboree of nerves in my cranium that is my brain has benefitted enormously I think. Not through anything more profound than my being a bit more relaxed but hey, anyway, it's a result.

UPDATE: Heard a podcast interview with P. Beard yesterday - dear oh dear what a plonker. Ah well, you live and learn - I still like the look of his journals in any case: you know, that 'Hitler and his watercolours' thing.

UPDATE 4/8/16: Further traces of notebooking:


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