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The Tate Modern have removed literally everything I go in there to see and now it is an ocean of fucking Cy Twombly and Joseph Bueys and just NO.
Went for a short walk with Holly (short here means under 2 miles I think) and ranted in various stages of indignation about being told what to feel about death, the effects of Thatcherism, mistakes about how people look at history, nihilism, dumbshit opinions the internet holds, Robin Ince, the Avengers, ways everyone is wrong about everything ever, and food. Had bitterballen and chips at Borough because why not, and sat for a while at Liverpool Street foisting bits of BBB and the Q/Tanner thing onto my dear friend, because I know how to treat a girl right.
The internet continues to disappoint me. BUT. Rereading bits of BBB has convinced me it is not actually that bad in terms of narrative and dialogue and just needs the pacing fixing at the end, which is a smaller problem than other books have faced.
Went for a short walk with Holly (short here means under 2 miles I think) and ranted in various stages of indignation about being told what to feel about death, the effects of Thatcherism, mistakes about how people look at history, nihilism, dumbshit opinions the internet holds, Robin Ince, the Avengers, ways everyone is wrong about everything ever, and food. Had bitterballen and chips at Borough because why not, and sat for a while at Liverpool Street foisting bits of BBB and the Q/Tanner thing onto my dear friend, because I know how to treat a girl right.
The internet continues to disappoint me. BUT. Rereading bits of BBB has convinced me it is not actually that bad in terms of narrative and dialogue and just needs the pacing fixing at the end, which is a smaller problem than other books have faced.