During yet another shred-fest today, I came across some old (and I mean ooooold....) appraisals from a company I worked for ( Read more... )

I missed most of the headlines yesterday, but apparently a new travel guide has concluded that Britain is a nation of "overweight, sex-and-celebrity-obsessed TV addicts".

This is news?  lol

And on the same trawl through the internets I also found this.  Coincidence?  Hmmm....

In other news:   Brain is still working overtime on Stuff, but at a slightly ( Read more... )

I'm procrastinating at this very moment.  Or taking a break, as I prefer to call it.  So I've been to my bookcase to find that elusive something that has the necessary 'Ping!'  factor to get me off my break and back on track.

It had to be something that could set me off  in a new direction, or at least shake up the same old story and make me ( Read more... )

At around 7.30 a.m it was very cloudy ( Read more... )

 It is never too late to be what you might have been.

With thanks to George Eliot.

Scroggs reached up to ring the bell, but I chopped the cord and one of his thumbs as I did so.  I have never seen so much bobbing and screaming over a minor injury.

Jeanette Winterson,  Sexing The Cherry

Between what contact did to you and how tired you got, between the farout things you saw or heard and what you personally lost out of all that got ( Read more... )

This was buried among the other quotes, but I thought it deserved its own pog.

( See, it's not a new problem )

I'm putting these here because I'm running out of notebooks (yeah, right).

Alright, I can never find the notebook with the quotes in 'em and sometimes I need them, just to give me that little 'Ping!' of recognition that sets me off with a story, or something.

Only  3 or 4 for now, but the list will grow, trust me.   I like lists. I like quotes ( Read more... )

I am not subtle
Love, love, and well, I was tired
Of cardboard cartons the color of cement or a dog pack

With thanks, and apologies, to Sylvia Plath.

I found it again! 'Each footling observance', a cracking phrase and the inspiration for my name. Been driving me mad every time someone asked where I got it from and I couldn't remember.

It's from Mervyn Peake's Titus Groan - which is fabulous, phanstasmagorical and deeply, darkly funny.