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Doctor in the House

Tue 31st July 2012

I meet Trina off the bus. She'd been waiting at the bus stop at the RLI (our hospital) for twenty minutes due to a misunderstanding and I am profusely apologetic times and she's gently chiding. more »

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From behind

Mon 30th July 2012

A bit of a disjointed this one. A quick wang on the accelerant to make me fit for tonight's soirée at the house of The Girl Who Only Wears Secondhand Clothes. more »

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Sleep

Wed 25th July 2012

"Where are you going?" asked Jenny, as I made to leave after getting them their lunch yesterday. "To G---," I said. "To see Trina." "Is no-one going to look after us? Are we going to be left here all alone?" she said, self-mockingly. more »

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I like my children

Sun 22nd July 2012

It might sound an obvious thing for a man to say, but in my case it took several years to like being part of a family. It took leaving Kirsty, who is a lovely, attractive, witty, clever, well-dressed, pisstaking woman. more »

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I give a glamour model a flapjack

Fri 20th July 2012

I went to do my volunteer reception work at Really Late. I was sitting in with someone I hadn't met before. She looked like a girl from a 70s pop magazine. 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: "July 2012"

Doctor in the House

From behind

Sleep

I like my children

I give a glamour model a flapjack

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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