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I'm in a library in Middlesbrough. I've come up to do adult activities -- sorting out a Power of Attorney for my mum, and sorting out long-term plans for my brother, who is incapable of living independently.
Sexy Ex-Boss gets in touch; would I like to meet up? Of course! Being a woman of substance, she chose a pricey gastro place, where I had a two-bite portion of salmon, topped with an orange segments and an inch-high sprig of rocket, for a tenner. White wine and a pint, £18. I'd have been happier at the chip shop. But it had a good fire going, they made a fuss of her dogs and Sexy Ex-Boss is never less than sparkling, but I was relieved when she suggested going somewhere cheaper after my minuscule amuse-gueule advertised as a starter.
She told me about a now ejected lodger who went into her flat and cross-dressed using her clothing. She's one of those women who effortlessly draws all one's own stories out too. I told her, with a touch of sexualised wistfulness, about Donna 2, the girl from Milton Keynes (first contact on Thursday, together in a hotel room on Tuesday) who, at her rented house, used to go upstairs to slip into something less comfortable. She went off with someone in IT, who had the great merit of not living two hundred miles away.
I applied for a job at the airport with the prosaic but accurate title of "Customer Helper", which is basically a bit of mincing about helping with check-in, and pointing confused foreigners in the right direction. I've got through some tests and now I've got an "assessment" on Monday. It sounds quite varied, and less vommy than the hospital.
My minutes are dwindling, and I'm using the librarian's login, so I will bid you a good evening.
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The sexy ex-boss sounds a bit intriguing to say the least… good luck on the airport gig… someday i hope to be a confused foreigner back across the pond…
Yeah, she’s lovely.
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looby, n.; pl. loobies. A lout; an awkward, stupid, clownish person
M / 61 / 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 Defunct
Exile on Pain Street (inactive)
Fat Man On A Keyboard
gairnet provides: press of blll
George Szirtes ditto
Infomaniac [NSFW]
Laudator Temporis Acti
Leeds's Singing Organ-Grinder
On The Rocks (inactive)
The Most Difficult Thing Ever (inactive)
Quillette
Strange Flowers
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
Purposeful Listening (né The Rambler)
Resonance FM
Sequenza 21
Sound and Music
Talking Musicology defunct, but retained
