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I have talked myself to a standstill. After meeting Misha at about 2.30-ish and bollocking on at her, I then grabbed Kassie and bollocked on at her, then got Nickers as well and bollocked on at all three over a cream tea in a slightly hostile spot at the British Museum. And then bollocked on around the British Museum. Then left Misha and bollocked on through the streets to Chinatown. And then on to Abeno Too. Where I proceeded to bollock on some more (and remember that I miss writing body horror), forever, for all eternity. Unsatisfied with my bollocking on I then bollocked on at Linds about Irene Adler and Victorian morality and shock value and other things I need to think through before I write this thing. Total bollocking time between starting to talk Kassie's ear off and finishing was between five and seven hours. I am SO SORRY. :(
In short, I have talked a FUCKLOAD today but not really DONE anything whoops. At least dinner and company were nothing short of wonderful.
(uh also I apologise in general for a. being a name-dropping cunt and b. the high number of anecdotes revolving around bodily fluids)
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In short, I have talked a FUCKLOAD today but not really DONE anything whoops. At least dinner and company were nothing short of wonderful.
(uh also I apologise in general for a. being a name-dropping cunt and b. the high number of anecdotes revolving around bodily fluids)
Blog Posts
Book Launch: Year of the Ghost: Collected Poems 2011
Poetry
Kilojoules