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When I consider the luxury yacht, I think of opulence, of expensive fabrics, silks, satin, real valure... I don't think I'd want a yacht made of that stuff. It'd just take on water, then sink. I might die. Think of the guests. The paparazzi will ( Read more... )

It was autumn, the pandemic had become common capital but nobody could remember quite when the mutation occured. Waking in Petticoat Lane market, hustling through the crowds that were browsing with a heightened sense of vacancy. Their eyes were white. The lips smeared. I cannot recall having heard bartering. Turning heads, the smell thick in the ( Read more... )

1. As Houllebecq casually decried it, ours was the generation to do away with love's necessity. And yet unfathomably living in the room next to an ex, who would invite herself with her Argentine boyfriend. I would foppishly talk about Borges, show off my Pentax, complement the boy on a fine head of hair. The ex would pace with an unwarranted stern ( Read more... )

1. Will finish these films (Sitcom Saturday / Real deal theatre) before the (new) office shuts at 1300 hours. The old office was open 24/7- so thats a pain.
2. Maybe I shouldn't have had a taste last night. Maybe.
3. Finally moving house tomorrow. Carpets laid, walls painted, keys cut.
4. Have been enjoying my new cameras (Pentax K1000 and Polaroid ( Read more... )

One of her specially decorated pianos is being prepared just round the corner, so four of us manage to heave it into the street with a trolley and a mild dose of back strain.

Within seconds of the piano taking up residence in the street, it has an admirer. Amir Adhamy, 25, a video editor wandering back from his lunch break, cannot resist the urge to ( Read more... )

1. Bus driver refuses to start bus when people get on in the exit. Cue passenger rebellion: "We pay your wages!" "Some of us are trying to get to work!"  and my favourite "I'm just playing the cards I was dealt, lady ( Read more... )

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I arrived in America at night; the airport looked like a film set in a warehouse. Walls were held taut with rafters and supports, the rear sides revealed them to be wrought of canvas. They say everybody steals somebody's heart away. I was met by the spectacled man who led me along automatic flooring to our ride. Along the way, Governor Swarzenegger ( Read more... )

Getting on the N10 from High St Ken next to me was Bob from Twin Peaks. Long, lank grey hair. Buttoned denim jacket. Maddening eyes, a can of Stella tucked into the bum of his tracksuit trousers. He sat upstairs in the chair one up from me, next to an uncomfortable child of David, in his late 20s. Slick hair, brown suede jacket clearly new. Bob ( Read more... )