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A police car draws up outside. I riffle through my mental Rolodex of illegality, and I can't find anything outstanding. The policeman, to my relief, goes to the house opposite and I nosey out with Schadenfreude. There's no-one in. The policeman makes some enquiries of the people on the street, who know him well. "No, I don't know--I'm just here to park my car." They start talking in Gujerati and the policeman drifts ineffectually back to his car.
I draft a letter to the former lodger, and send it to Trina asking her to have a look at it for tone and content.
[...] Overlooking a few odd pence, the amount due, under the terms of the agreement, witnessed and bearing your signature, is £360.
Failure to pay this amount by 1700 on Friday 6th October will result in an action being commenced against you in the Small Claims Court. This will incur a Court Fee of £35, which will be added to the amount owed. Following the service of the order, a court hearing will be held. Should you not appear in court or not respond, enforcement proceedings will be commenced, which will involve a bailiff attending at your property.
I look forward to receiving your payment shortly.
Trina said to put the exact amount he owes in. I'm also going to ring his Dad and tell him what I propose to do. They live in a little village in the rural southwest of England. There's £360 quid somewhere down that sofa.
I'm supposed to be off in five minutes to Seriouscrush' s birthday party. She sent me this invite for it, a copy of a screenprint of a blackbird, which looks like something Aubrey Beardsley would have done had he been a birdwatcher.
"Party," what a flexible word. "Oh really, zoology and journalism at Exeter?" "So where do you source the wood for the coffins?" "Yeah that's a tricky one, I've thought about that all the time. Have you read that book---sorry, can't remember the author, it's called 'Models of Individualism and Communitarianism'." Wishing I could just be down the pub. Wishing I didn't have the feeling of tugging my forelock at my rentier patrons. Worrying about how I'll behave. I haven't bought her a card, or wine or anything.
I had an Iranian taxi driver round this afternoon to look at the spare room. He's finished an MA and is how applying to do a PhD in Politics. I was caught mid-shave when he knocked on the door and Ned had to show him in and occupy him for a minute. He's seeing a few rooms today and he'll let me know. Please fucking move in. I'm desperate for money and you seem OK.
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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
Rummage in my drawers
The Comfort of Strangers
23.1.16: Big clearout of the defunct and dormant and dull
16.1.19: Further pruning
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Another Angry Voice
the asshat lounge
Clutter From The Gutter
Crinklybee
Eryl Shields Ink
Exile on Pain Street
Fat Man On A Keyboard
gairnet provides: press of blll defunct, but retained for its quality
George Szirtes ditto
Infomaniac [NSFW]
The Joy of Bex
Laudator Temporis Acti
Leeds's Singing Organ-Grinder
The Most Difficult Thing Ever
Quillette
Strange Flowers
Trailer Park Refugee
Wonky Words
"Just sit still and listen" - woman to teenage girl at Elliott Carter weekend, London 2006
5:4Bristol New Music
Desiring Progress Collection of links only
NewMusicBox
The Rambler
Resonance FM
Sequenza 21
Sound and Music
Talking Musicology defunct, but retained