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Incompetent man is honest
For the last few days the washing machine hasn't been working, and I haven't had any money with which to repair it. Finally, I got the man round this afternoon. He took one look at what I had reported as a "broken knob", and pressed it. It sprang out with all the program letters reappearing. He fastracked it through a cycle and there's nothing wrong with it.
"God, I feel absolutely stupid," I said. He charged me a fiver but the greater cost was my manly humiliation. I really haven't a clue about anything mechanical. What do I have a clue about?
Something awkward has been looming with Trina, so after the washing machine incident, I thought I could further clear my Desk of Embarrassment by tackling an difficult subject head on.
[Petname]. As you know very well by now, I really want this to work out, in whatever way it does, and to give it the very best chance we can.
In order to do this, I want to make sure that I am as open and honest with you about things which we may have to approach as possible obstacles.
So, because the thing in question has reared its head about an hour ago, I wanted to tell you something before I see you again and just see what you thought about it.
I like cricket. The first One Day International against Australia began at 11am today and there's a very good chance (if the rain holds off) I'll be dashing away throughout the day to see how we're getting on against the convicts, sheep rustlers, handkerchief thieves and daytime TV soap actors.
I hope this won't stand in our way Trina. It was the way that you were so open about your liking for tennis that gave me the courage to say this.
She replied with a comment about ball tampering. I like this one.
Oooh, this'll be interesting. I've just seen a couple of Christian evangelists appear on our street, of which this end is about two-thirds Muslim. What a fucking insult. Some of my neighbours have that Arabic script, the meaning of which I don't know, but which clearly indicates their religion, over the front door. I'm going downstairs to tell them to piss off. They'll like that. Adds to their feeling of victimhood.
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"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.
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The more democratised art becomes, the more we recognise in it our own mediocrity.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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