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Vieuxtemps.

I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

The whichness of the whatness? A mere slip of a man eating a thin soup by the window in a tea house not far from a sleepy lagoon.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Guerilla gardeners, tap dancers, flibbertigibbets.

My Blog

A plentiful waste of time of day.

I should have gone into work to-day, there are fifteen thousand pieces of classical music vinyl to be manipulated. I didn't want breakfast, I wanted harpsichords, virginals. Crunchy, wrought harpsicho...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 09:35:00 GMT

Spectacular captivity.

You were there! You actually were! Twitter that.Authenticity, if there is any left, is sure to be cornered, captured, posted, 'shared' ,catalogued.  I refer, of course, to the stage invasion at to-day...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Apr 2009 16:05:00 GMT

How recent the destiny?

   Fantasia for Jump Children now in production, ammonites in broad daylight.  We can sashay outta here on a runway of marigolds so wire-up your gardenias and feathers and cummerbu...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 15:53:00 GMT

Thrown Voices, Numbered Chalets.....

....clambering on top of each other for want of a better view. Relentless drizzles of homeopathically diluted data, silverfish rain of gleaming gadgetry. Bottomless parades through full-fathom frowns....
Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 15:55:00 GMT

The Deadword Stage. Edit.

In an Adbusters leader column entitled Reconquest Of The Cool Kalle Lasn asks us to "Start regenerating authentic cool from the bottom up". Lasn provides us with a handy timeline of cool icons. I...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 18:23:00 GMT

Exist Central - Euston and the Victorian Doric.

Javelins from the past fall as skewers into the not-too-distant future. Go figure. The largest Doric propylaeum ever built? That`s right, Euston Station. Still there? No, demolished in 1961. Disr...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 11:35:00 GMT

The Sandcastles of Purgatory.

 I never could manage to become middle class, they once wanted me in the way they want everybody for nothing.  Another pallet load for Purgatory - 'where do you want it ,Guvnor?' The middle classes ar...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 17:36:00 GMT

Peeling Layers.

In their unattended decay some things stoically give up better of themselves. In their way they insult the lack of love invested in to-day's production. I find a certain romantic attraction in this. &...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 05:49:00 GMT

Innocent as charged.

Shane Watson in Sunday Times Style magazine last weekend. The column is titled THE END OF INNOCENCE. Cheers now. As the tears appeared from nowhere, suddenly it struck me what all the fuss is about. D...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 17:03:00 GMT

Do the Margaret Thatcher headkick.

  Once there was Thatcher and Joseph and their Centre for Policy Studies. They wanted to ..remoralise.. our ..national life... This procedure [It would have been procedural] involved finding a wa...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 17:51:00 GMT