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Clonk

Thu 31st January 2013

Back at my house, we had a few drinks (I couldn't fuck her, which I think was her plan), and then to my delight she suggested going out. more »

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Trina and I at loggerheads again

Wed 30th January 2013

Trina and I have been staying in an almost laughably bad hotel. The £50 double room reeked of smoke, and the vicious perfumes that had been used in the unsuccessful attempt to conceal this (an ashtray was provided in the room). more »

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Modern families

Mon 28th January 2013

Bother. I thought I'd got away with it. more »

Winter Pages

Fri 25th January 2013

Glad to have a distraction from the Trina tribulations, I went to an artists' talk at the University with Iain Forsyth and Jane Pollard, who have a new video installation there, "Jumpers (What Must I Do To Be Saved)." more »

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Cumbernauld, where this train terminates

Wed 23rd January 2013

Trina came over for lunch. She had a long and difficult journey over, with the snow, so I made a nice stew and a coal fire. She wanted a shower, and came down with a shawl wrapped round her lovely tits. Afternoon sex, wine, champagne. 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: "January 2013"

Clonk

Trina and I at loggerheads again

Modern families

Winter Pages

Cumbernauld, where this train terminates

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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