I have decided it’s about bloody time I shared some of my bookshelf with you. Mostly because I’ve stopped being lazy and have actually set up the scanner on the desk (as opposed to sitting idly on the shelf under a pile of unopened letters – I dont like to move it for fear of [...]
Monthly Archives: April 2010
Apr 25
the princess and the prince discuss what’s real and what is not
So, it’s another lazy Sunday evening with a jumbo jacket potato, a big fat Sunday paper and some crucial catch-up with the iplayer – just the important stuff, you know, like a bit of Louis Spence, Andrew Lloyd Webber and that Clegg bloke. Yes, I have watched the second leader’s debate (I’m so not Sky [...]
Apr 22
country boy, i wish i was you and you was me
I’ve got a couple of days off work so am being every bit the housewife. Yesterday I made curry (from scratch!) and today I am cleaning windows to the sound of Johnny Cash. It’s lovely and sunny but still a bit too nippy for my liking. Even more excitingly, I received an eBay delivery in [...]
Apr 19
i gave you my onlyness, give me your tomorrow
I have lost my voice. Yes, physically and metaphorically. What a tragic fate – there’s only one thing for it! Copious amounts of ice-cream and my favourite Vogues. (This cover is by Patrick Demarchelier who, incidentally, I love.)
Apr 16
you long-legged guitar pickin’ man
I’m not sure why I kid myself this is a blog. In actual fact it’s an ambling weather report with a few cups of coffee thrown in here and there and, you know, the odd fruit salad. With that admission made, I can see no other way to start than this: my balcony is the [...]
Apr 15
i was playing soft while bobby sang the blues
Now, I wouldnt want anyone to be under any sort of illusion, so let me make it abundantly clear: it is still very much scarf weather, my friends. Seriously, who are these loons in vests? Vests and sandals. Utter lunacy. I am yet to leave my scarf at home (read: I’m not a loon). The [...]
Apr 13
blinded alike from sunshine and from rain
Shaded was her dream By the dusk curtains – ’twas a midnight charm Impossible to melt as iced stream: The lustrous salvers in the moonlight gleam; Broad golden fringe upon the carpet lies. It seemed he never, never could redeem From such a steadfast spell his lady’s eyes; So mused awhile, entoiled in woofed fantasies.
Apr 12
how to dress the misery in fit magnificence
Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel’s wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed [...]
Apr 07
hey mister music, sure sounds good to me
I fear I have become a neglectful blogger of late. Apologies for that. I promise to post something politically inspiring and momentously meaningful soon (that’s if something politically inspiring and/or meaningful manages to lift me from my apathy). News with me is scarce. I am southbound this coming weekend. There’s a few reasons for this; [...]
