Monthly Archives: May 2010
perhaps someone you know could sparkle and shine
It’s not often that I worry about an item of clothing being too big. But alas, this is the turmoil I currently find myself in. I have stepped in to the hazardous territory of denim shorts, somewhere I have never been before as the whole notion is a trauma for me (my legs are not [...]
tom is as bold as the knights of old
What’s that? Two posts in one day, you say? Yeah, well, this is too good to wait for. It seems to me like this. It’s not a terrible thing – I mean, it may be terrible, but it’s not damaging, it’s not poisoning, to do without something one wants. It’s not bad to say: My [...]
they say the sun comes up every morning
Dear readers, I can only apologise profusely for my absence. Nothing much to report (hence my absence, yeah?). I have been mostly scouring eBay looking for anything remotely Glastonbury worthy and obsessing over/spending far too much time with my current book (The Golden Notebook by Doris Lessing – baffling in parts but on the whole [...]
i am not afraid of the dark
And she made a wide sweeping movement with her hand, brushing away the great dark weight of London, and the thousand ugly towns, and the myriad small cramped lives of England…. Yet at the time she was perfectly happy. The weight of the city was off her, and the scent of the grasses and the [...]
i don’t pretend to know what you want
I have never, in all my life, been so desperately and wildly and painfully happy as I was then. It was so strong I couldn’t believe it. I remember saying to myself, This is it, this is being happy, and at the same I was appalled because it had come out of so much ugliness [...]
can you bob, can you weave, can you fake and deceive when you need to?
Well, it’s fair to say that Gordon has tackled me with a piece of unadulterated political bribery by his reference to both Cicero and Demosthenes in his speech at Citizens UK yesterday. My soft spot for Gordon may have been tempted to grow a little softer by his explicit naming of my already soft spots [...]
got a tv set and a radio for seven shillings a week, shangri-la
Sunday. My favourite. Woke up slightly groggy, but a bacon buttie sorted me right out. Gonna head out soon to get the paper and other essential supplies, then come home and set up camp for the afternoon. Lahvely. But first, as promised, I’m going to give you a sneaky look into another of my bookshelf [...]
