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Tomorrow there is a march from Embankment to Trafalgar Square to show solidarity with the innocent of Gaza, and to demand an immediate ceasefire on both sides. Britain and the US this week blocked a United Nations resolution calling for such a ceasefire, and as such Israeli shelling and airstrikes have continued. In attendance will be Ken ( Read more... )

You'd be forgiven for thinking that all that occurs are merely news-round ups and condemnations of certain sports teams from N15. Not so, for some time ago this was a place of writing. No backlash, no skiffle, just the adept ability able to make adjustments: Vous to Nous, you heard it here first, and there's just  plagiarism ducking it's ugly head ( Read more... )

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In the name of slacking 2008 off, lets put it on a backburner, let your mind rest for another week or two and set about it real time on return. Research, planning. Litanies of lethargy ruining this diction. Read more at the expense of drolling the evening in. Hey, patsak! Ku! Hermitry at the behest of great art; this weekend I have researched 1970s ( Read more... )

Hey! Much to speak of, tomorrow- but right now my control+backspace function has stopped working, and speaking as an author of hypertext, I'm extremely perturbed! Ok, so this was only ever going to be a copy paste exercise in the form of a news roundup. Theres some crazy cool stuff happening.

Great white sharks eats swimmers in Australia. As I ( Read more... )

Halftime at the Emirates, and they're playing House of Pain's Jump Around over the PA. The commentator then informs me that the last time humans went to the moon was 1972 ( Read more... )

This is perhaps an endearing oratory on why I've yet to own a portable mp3 player. There have been moments where such a thing would have propheced it's uses to be self-evident. But rewind (coda to follow ( Read more... )

Between space and not, there are invisible strings. Divding a hemisphere to known or not, to the furthest territory a child could map out, would be allowed out to. Safety in knowledge, all ye panopticon watchers are being watched in turn. 20 minutes til another football match, and we're all getting sick again. Green shit is coming out of my face, ( Read more... )

My, it's been a while. The past fortnight has been forthcoming with it's promises, but despite this I can't shake the nuanced idiom that perhaps all is not as it seems. This is my place. I am a devotee of brisk mornings and an atmosphere that you can see dispersing. I am fond of winter; it makes me pine for Devon's languid mise en scene,  largely ( Read more... )