Fliping

Did McDad invent the word 'flipe' for turning something inside out?

I went to visit a student in Stratford at their work placement; all was well, and I spent £12 in a shop called Tiger in the mall on all sorts of tacky stuff- a pink and green washing up brush, wooden spatula things for writing plant names on to stick in plant pots (so I can tell what my pot-grown vegetables are), a book with a map of Sweden on it, and so on.

Tomorrow was going to be picture research day but today turned itself inside out, and I spent part of this afternoon doing just that insetad. Everything is flying about in the air above my head and from time to time I catch a fragment and make some progress. I think I have today, but I'm not sure. A picture that I thought was by a photographer called Joe Stevens wasn't by him even though it was credited to him, and I did find another at an agency from the same session but it will be too expensive.
Do I want this or do I want that?
There are so many I can't use 'cos I don't know who took them....
I am doing more interviews next week, but not for the book: I will be doing a talk at a conference at the University of the East in May which I will write about when I am absolutely certain I have decided what I will be talking about.

The Chefs CD is going round in circles at the moment (quite liderally), and will I have to convert my persona from a rabbit to a bull to make any progress, I think.
The main problem is not the music, sleeve-notes or anything else: it's the nuts and bolts of it all. So far I have written to three people this week who have answered a question at an oblique angle to the one I asked. I am used to being direct, but I am having to re-word things in a mega-mega-focused way. I can't bear the term steep learning curve, because once you have curved your way up somewhere the next level is way down there and requires a new start at the bottom of another learning curve.
Endless, endless, endless.
But wouldn't it be great if I could get the book and the CD out at the same time?

Another of tomorrow's tasks has appeared today, and I have copied out the lyrics to Heart of Glass to sing on Monday. I seemed to be the only artists at the Beefheart night to sing from the paper and I think I might have to do this on Monday as well (shame) because tomorrow I will be writing the verse of the cleaners' song and learning it so I can teach it to them on Friday morning at the crack of dawn.
Not today.
Not today.