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Wed 7th December 2011

Someone has sent Mary-Ann this blog, and as a result, she's ended it. more »

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Wed 7th December 2011

Really not sure about Mary-Ann. I'm hoping something will happen on Saturday that will make me change my present mind, which is to tell her that it's too difficult and I don't want to spend five fucking hours in the day on a train to see her, spending mo… more »

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Please adjust your socks before leaving

Mon 5th December 2011

This isn't going to work. We're seeing each other in Sheffield on Saturday. No hotel, no bed, just three hours to sit around in pubs, or walk round shops, hiding from the cold, watched by others. No bed, no privacy. Another expensive, arranged visit to s… more »

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Sat 3rd December 2011

And now follows, of course, the tetchy adjustment back to normal life as my dopamine levels tumble. Getting ratty with my eldest for flooding her plate with tomato ketchup. Doing a very poor job of concealing how utterly reluctant am to accompnay my midd… more »

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

M / 60 / 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

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The Comfort of Strangers

"Just sit still and listen" - woman to teenage girl at Elliott Carter weekend, London 2006

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