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Chilly, with a widespread frost

Thu 26th April 2012

To the local Organic Seaweed Gatherers' and Ethical Lentil Sifters' Social Club for a night of Slovenian poetry. more »

A local slattern

Tue 24th April 2012

I was telling Kim last night about the cackhanded way I approached the woman in the jazz club, and she said "Can't you just find a local slattern?" more »

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The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase

Sat 21st April 2012

I'd prefer not to bother with internet dating. I'd rather bump into someone in a pub, make some remark about how busy it is, perhaps get her a drink, then hopefully but adeptly give her my number afterwards. more »

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In my house

Thu 19th April 2012

I am having one of those periods where I feel constantly sexed. My nights end and start with imagining sex with Denise, the details of which I text to her. My female friends are blossomingly curvily desirable. more »

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Tilt. Game Over.

Wed 18th April 2012

I have spent the last couple of days in an affronted flurry of political activity. Firstly because the monumentally ruinous shale gas extraction process called fracking has been given the go-ahead in the UK. 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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Archives for: "April 2012"

Chilly, with a widespread frost

A local slattern

The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase

In my house

Tilt. Game Over.

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

Rummage in my drawers

The Comfort of Strangers

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

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