Caught between moments.
Having sojourned last night at the City of London University with Emma, we sat in a large ampitheatre and were orated to by Prof David Ray Griffin, an 80 year old theologist who has given the past 7 years of his life to 'debunking the official 9/11 story'. Charming. It's not a question of what my position on it is, but I am a cynic regarding such matters and such people. Mentioning his 'new book' at least 5 times during the 1.5 hour lecture, David struck the image of a figure preaching largely to the converted. His audience was a rabble of middle class eccentrics, the usual student crowd, moslim hoodies, Emma and I.
Recently, I have been waking up too early. We're talking around half six every morning. This, for a boy who can afford to get up two hours later and still arrive at the office reasonably on time. Well, it's inexplicable.
It could be worse, mind. I read that the Taliban are murdering young lovers in the midst of eloping. ROMANCE IS DEAD. Houllebecq decried it, said we were the generation who would consciously reject monogamous love in favour of Dionysian pleasure principles. Sometimes, waking alone. The sweetest 80s italo-dance album, preoccupied with broken hearts and simple language.
Tonight is THEE BIG NIGHT. Arsenal vs Villareal. In North London. And I have a ticket. Very excited indeed.
Recently, I have been waking up too early. We're talking around half six every morning. This, for a boy who can afford to get up two hours later and still arrive at the office reasonably on time. Well, it's inexplicable.
It could be worse, mind. I read that the Taliban are murdering young lovers in the midst of eloping. ROMANCE IS DEAD. Houllebecq decried it, said we were the generation who would consciously reject monogamous love in favour of Dionysian pleasure principles. Sometimes, waking alone. The sweetest 80s italo-dance album, preoccupied with broken hearts and simple language.
Tonight is THEE BIG NIGHT. Arsenal vs Villareal. In North London. And I have a ticket. Very excited indeed.