Archive for November, 2007

A brief history of timekeeping

“At the third stroke, it will be one thir­teen and thirty seconds. Beep beep beep.” I should sleep. I should be asleep. I remem­ber the exact — or should that be the pre­cise? — details of where and when my rela­tion­ship with the Speak­ing Clock began. Of course I do. It hardly requires the sci­entific skills […]

Scorched earth policy

Can you? Can you hear? Is this work­ing? Thing on? Is this on? Is this thing on? Tap tap tap. No sound, noth­ing. Good. Click track and rewind. Press but­ton and rewind. Start again. Start over. Start start start and startle me. Start again. Start over. Over already, before we begin. Start. Shall we start? […]

Unsent letter #7

Dear You, First, a pre­amble. If you prefer, you may ignore this part and skip straight to the meat of the mat­ter, since I know all too well how you quickly tire of my char­ac­ter­istic verb­os­ity. I am becom­ing a creature of habit, I see that now. I should stop writ­ing to you, I see […]

Minutiae v1.0

The fol­low­ing is almost cer­tain to prove a dis­astrous exper­i­ment in ‘blog­ging’ (whatever that is) the inane details of my every­day life, but appar­ently it’s what we are sup­posed to do under the rules of inter­na­tional law. This exer­cise in tedium will con­tinue through­out today. Or until I get utterly bored. Or until I lose […]

Sex sells, but it doesn’t spell

As an emin­ent blog­ging type per­son who is on the A-list — oh sorry, that should read “on a list” — I often receive emails from com­pan­ies wish­ing to take advant­age of some of the passing trade that might be provided by you, my huge ret­inue of ardent, swoon­ing and no doubt excep­tion­ally moist readers. […]

Wrong number #2

“For­give me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been thirty-six years, three months and nine­teen days since my last con­fes­sion. Yes, sorry about that. All I remem­ber is a dark tun­nel, a sud­den blind­ing light, and then a smack on the arse fol­lowed by a lot of cry­ing and howl­ing, and after that everything […]

You know you’re getting old when …

This is hope­fully going to be a very short-lived series — of one — mainly because I will soon be too old and decrepit to write lists, due to my senile mind fail­ing before the second item. You know you’re get­ting old when you go to a hip ‘n’ hap­penin’ rock gig (oh God, I […]

Wake Up

“Haven’t we met before, under brighter skies above?” It was noth­ing more than a nod of accept­ance, a vague echo of under­stand­ing and a limp, nervous hand­shake, yet the sub-text of a single ques­tion would echo on for days. A memory some­how came alive, even though it had still to be lived in its entirety […]

Commercial break

Today is a truly moment­ous day for An Unre­li­able Wit­ness. But enough about me. For­get for a moment that this is my site, all about me. I know it’s dif­fi­cult, but try. Just this once, please. I’m beg­ging and implor­ing you. I know that I am an end­lessly fas­cin­at­ing topic of con­ver­sa­tion, so I promise […]