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My day has mostly consisted of sleep, lying on the floor rambling into a laptop microphone because I felt too shitty to type and still wanted to talk to Jess, then more sleep, then lying in bed hallucinating/delirious, then I finally pulled it together sufficiently to watch last week's Misfits, mend some clothes, unpick a dress I no longer want but ( Read more... )

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National Poetry Month Day 24

I have been outed as an instigator again, in this instance in murbling happily about Polly Walker/Idris Elba as ex-spies. JE NE REGRETTE REIN, MOTHEFUCKERS

swear_jar wrote a poem from the perspective of the colonial Alexander Jonathan Bruce (it is deliberately terrible, Alexander is no poet):

A Story For Edward ( Read more... )

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National Poetry Month Day 8I accidentally ten books, most of them hardcovers ( Read more... )

A Parable (one I learnt quite young, but apparently have yet to take on board)

I was reading Where Angels Fear To Tread to support the fact that I accidentally ordered FOUR E M Forster biographies yesterday, but due to miserable circumstances of my own creation earlier I got into a blue sparkly sandalwood bath with The Charioteer and have been ( Read more... )

There is no new blog post today because I haven't written any more because I asked several people to write me guest posts, somewhat forgetting that just because *I* have shit-all in my life and can bang out 500 words on demand under most circumstances the same way that I breathe that doesn't mean that everyone *else* can (otoh other people are ( Read more... )

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We're still not there yetToday at lunch I walked to the IWM in the rain and stood in the basement staring at a plaster cast bust of TE Lawrence for fifteen minutes while some egregiously tall teenage boys stood in my way and tried to work out how they should address Loz, and hummed the theme tune for the ( Read more... )

A feature of shit I write - especially fanfic - is that I'm often either writing to see whether I can do something, or to convince myself of something (to see if I can convince myself of it, in fact). This has in the past led to writing about Gwen Cooper because I wanted to see if I could make myself like her, and in ASAH led to Ferdinand existing ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

1. Put on my cuff too tightly, resulting in a slightly numb hand all day, and then in being unable to get it off again and having to wake Lindsay up to free me from it.

2. Saw The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, which was a lot better than I was expecting. Had a pleasant conversation with boyfriend on the way home about what we liked, what we found ( Read more... )