Archive for February, 2007

Strange day (second in a never-ending series)

In truth, this strangest of strange days happened one and a half weeks ago, but I still haven’t quite recovered from the fact that, for a few short minutes, I was stand­ing in my under­pants (not just my under­pants, but my trousers were cer­tainly round my ankles at the time) in front of the ageing, […]

This boot was made for hiding

I don’t wish to worry you, but I have spent the last three days locked in the boot of your car, trav­el­ling with you cross-country. You are now at your des­tin­a­tion. I am cur­rently parked (as I ima­gine it) under the shade of a tree, try­ing to breathe in cool air amidst the swel­ter­ing temperatures. […]

Smile for the birdies

Last Wed­nes­day, I finally took deliv­ery of my Mac­book Pro. Five days on, I think I am finally over the worst stages of simply strok­ing its sur­faces and gaz­ing lust­fully at its con­tours. (You don’t want to know. You really don’t want to know.) Here, how­ever, is an illus­tra­tion of the some­what tra­gic depths to which […]

Tomorrowing

So I’m look­ing before I leap, before I strike, before I dive. This is one of those even­ings where I feel as if I’m about to go down in his­tory like a lead-weighted grand piano, down to this Devil-forsaken town. Hold my hand as we take to these litter-strewn streets together. The way you speak […]

Sentences seeking approbation

I would like to say that there is a snak­ing queue of words here, with each noun, verb and adject­ive wait­ing to make its pres­ence felt upon the clean white sheet of this vir­tual page. But there isn’t. I had a brief dream, an even more fleet­ing vis­ion, of groups of let­ters leap­ing into the blue […]

They’re gonna put me in the movies

Today has brought some great news for the world of blog­gers, blog­ging and, indeed, blog­gery in gen­eral. Hav­ing recog­nised the immense con­tri­bu­tion that I have made to pub­li­cising the web­log medium — thanks to the pub­lic­a­tion of my rather saucy book Belle de Désastre: Irrit­at­ing Adven­tures of a Lon­don Wastrel a couple of years ago, […]

Nausea, typed in v2.02

I am here yet else­where. There appears to be not a soul answer­ing my quer­ies on the other end of this vir­tual post­box, which con­tin­ues to blush bright red at both their absence and my sheer temer­ity. Mean­while, I con­tinue to dwell in cir­cu­lar con­fu­sion because boun­cing plastic is prom­ising the cheer­i­est of one-minute responses […]

Strange day (first in a never-ending series)

There was a space of between five to ten minutes early this after­noon — as I stood with half my body tightly wrapped in cling film and stuck down with pre­cisely scissored lengths of gaf­fer tape, hav­ing a part of my ana­tomy encased in a quick-setting mould made from wet elastic band­ages, all the while […]

Honourably swamped

It seems that I have won a prize for my blog­ging. A blog­ging prize, no less. No, not that one — since, in case you hadn’t noticed, although I may have behaved like quite the dirty little tart before the event, I have not said a word about it since. So it’s not the award […]

No ball games, please

Magno­lia is an evil col­our. Whichever interior designer it was who first came up with the idea that it speaks of calm­ing and sooth­ing and reas­sur­ing and home should be shot in the knees until they dance. Nine months ago, I covered this wall with three pairs of cats’ eyes in dif­fer­ent shades of psy­che­delia, and […]

Official: I have delicious brains

Once upon a time, I was that close to work­ing in ‘the arts’. I had a degree in Drama from a uni­ver­sity fairly well known for such things, and I was about to embark on a grand career in ‘the arts’, spend­ing my days and nights on art­ful and artistic pro­jects such as dir­ect­ing obscure […]

My new appellation

“I hate Macs. I have always hated Macs. I hate people who use Macs. I even hate people who don’t use Macs but some­times wish they did. Macs are glor­i­fied Fisher-Price activ­ity centres for adults; com­puters for scaredy cats too nervous to learn how proper com­puters work; com­puters for people who earn­estly believe in feng […]

Daubed in timeless town

I need to go to Paris in the spring­time. I am under strict self-instruction to search the alleys and back streets, just as the winter chill is turn­ing to mild warmth and the rain­drops chan­ging from spit­ting to sooth­ing. I need to solve a mys­tery. My mis­sion is to find a mes­sage left for me, […]