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David Foster Wallace RIP
Certainly the End of Something or Other
David Foster Wallace 21/02/1962 12/09/2008
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I can't remember why I bought 'A Su...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 20:33:00 GMT
The Trouble with British Politics&.
.... is that it is too damn stuffy. Not only is there a tiny percentage of non-white politicians gracing the planks, there is a huge percentage of middle England representing our values. British polit...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 16:04:00 GMT
treatment by others. These two forms of anger are episodic. The third type of anger is however
I've been angry for a long time. Ever since I walked in on dad eating the chocolate hob nob Charlotte and I left with a cool glass of milk for Santa on the windowsill. I think. I'm pretty angry now. I...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 22:13:00 GMT
The Bell Curve
The Bell Curve
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I was told a little while ago that my granddad died of Alzheimer's. I couldn't quite work out how he actu...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:12:00 GMT
The Smart Vegetarian
Budding Pescavegetarianism
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It's hard trying to live in this world without falling into some sort of serious cliché. You ...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 11:40:00 GMT
Anglican Visionary, Bohemian Coward
Forename. Surname. Date of Birth. Position Applied For. P45. Are you eligible to work in the UK? Do you hold a valid passort? Are you not from White Middle Class Suburbia? Previous experience? Why do ...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 12:40:00 GMT
Haiku
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Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 06:28:00 GMT
Jesus and the (Kings) Cross (Station)
In this age of capitalist saviours, daydream wars and corporate calligraphy I was approached outside Kings Cross Station by two middle aged god fearing ginger visionaries. With about an hour to spare,...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 22:53:00 GMT
B.I.I.D (body identity integrity disorder)
The line between what is real became blurred years ago. I could drown in a vat of wine. I could drown in a calypso of brandy, vermouth and lager. Give me drugs and I'll melt into the puddle of every s...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 09:27:00 GMT
**Diary of a Temp**
First day. I've been left in the office by myself as it is some guys birthday. It's one of those quirky smart casual places where people say 'AWESOME!' and 'COOL!' in high pitched mono-tones. I sit in...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 01:42:00 GMT