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Mummy's new boyfriend

Thu 29th December 2011

I acquired three teenage daughters on Christmas Eve. Melanie is the stroppiest by far. We only had one spat, when she repeatedly told me to "shut up" last night, after her frustration that I couldn't repair their computer immediately more »

Supply convoy arrives

Fri 23rd December 2011

I know that when most people say "I haven't got any money," it's more a phatic than a factual statement, but I have had to think carefully in the past forty-eight hours about how to get through Christmas with absolutely no money. more »

You have insufficent funds for this transaction

Wed 21st December 2011

I get home and the house is as much of a hothouse as I left at 10am, Stefan leaves the heating on all day, running up a bill in the hundreds - seven is my guess - of which I will have to pay a third, while he does glorified Technical Drawing in the kitch… more »

Yew tree

Mon 19th December 2011

Kitty and Melissa were up for the weekend and it was my weekend to have the girls. Mary-Ann was engaged in teenager diplomacy in order to get up to Lancaster for a few hours on Sunday afternoon. Arriving late at the local theatre's Christmas cabaret,… more »

Sumptuous Bag of Christmas

Wed 14th December 2011

I am in the pub, waiting for Stefan and Csilla, as we're having a we're having a bit of a get-together before they go off to the Balkans for to have two Christmases, the imported version on 25th and the Orthodox one on 6th January. Several yards away, an… more »

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looby, n.; pl. loobies. A lout; an awkward, stupid, clownish person

M / 61 / Bristol, "the most beautiful, interesting and distinguished city in England" -- John Betjeman [1961, source eludes me].

"Looby is a left-wing intellectual who is obsessed with a) women's clothes and b) tits." -- Joy of Bex.

WLTM literate woman, 40-65. Must have nice tits, a PhD, and an mdma factory in the shed, although the first on its own will do in the short term.

There are plenty of bastards who drink moderately. Of course, I don't consider them to be people. They are not our comrades.
Sergei Korovin, quoted in Pavel Krusanov, The Blue Book of the Alcoholic

I am here to change my life. I am here to force myself to change my life.
Chinese man I met during Freshers Week at Lancaster University, 2008

The more democratised art becomes, the more we recognise in it our own mediocrity.
James Meek

Tell me, why is it that even when we are enjoying music, for instance, or a beautiful evening, or a conversation in agreeable company, it all seems no more than a hint of some infinite felicity existing apart somewhere, rather than actual happiness – such, I mean, as we ourselves can really possess?
Turgenev, Fathers and Sons

I hate the iPod; I hate the idea that music is such a personal thing that you can just stick some earplugs in your ears and have an experience with music. Music is a social phenomenon.
Jeremy Wagner

La vie poetique has its pleasures, and readings--ideally a long way from home--are one of them. I can pretend to be George Szirtes.
George Szirtes

Using words well is a social virtue. Use 'fortuitous' once more to mean 'fortunate' and you move an English word another step towards the dustbin. If your mistake took hold, no-one who valued clarity would be able to use the word again.
John Whale

One good thing about being a Marxist is that you don't have to pretend to like work.
Terry Eagleton, What Is A Novel?, Lancaster University, 1 Feb 2010

The working man is a fucking loser.
Mick, The Golden Lion, Lancaster, 21 Mar 2011

The Comfort of Strangers

23.1.16: Big clearout of the defunct and dormant and dull
16.1.19: Further pruning

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