There's a big ball of painful stress in my chest caused by the continued uncertainty over what kind of career, or if not career, then life I'll have come January. I feel deeply reluctant to spend my time on JobSearch actually, um, searching for jobs, partly because the people who run it are arrogant feudalist wankers (how I wish someone had ( Read more... )

It came to me when I was reading Two Sisters by Anais Nin*, this solution to my money woes - why not write pornography under a pseudonymn? I realize this might sound a bit like I'm taking the piss but I am, in fact, entirely serious. It's such a simple solution, I don't know why I never thought of it before. If anyone knows of publishers for ( Read more... )

Completely perfect film in utterly redundant remake shock ( Read more... )

THE PROBLEM: Ellie was a barmaid who I met when I was on the vile two-week course of August aught-five. I went into the Isaac Wilson's pub with a coursemate and she said I could do better than hang out with him: he was "a bit of a sex pest" and I seemed good-hearted and reasonable. I was flattered because my coursemate was the sort of person who ( Read more... )