I'm in Waterstone's, Piccadilly Road. It is six floors of everything I ever dream of, and still have to dream of, and some things I never will. I have a giftcard of a bit less than fifty pounds in my backpack. I'm trying to decide how much I can logically fit into that backpack, without splitting the seams, and how much load my arms will take ( Read more... )

So work's gone out the window. After last night's fruitless attempt at sleep, and waking to a red-eyed hell before even the stupidest of birds had chirped, I decided to elongate both my horizontal time and my holiday. By only 24 hours, of course. If I don't get back to clean the Nick at some point this week, the poop will bore through the glaze and ( Read more... )

Today, the city woke with anticipation in its collective heart. It had money burning holes in inappropriate places, money that sang a wailing song that begged to be silenced. All the year had led up to this point, when SALE signs created heady bandanas across the brows of shops. Everything was set in place, for a wave of materialistic ejaculations.

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I've missed you guys. The writing's been soaking up my time, because that's allegedly what writers do (give up their miniscule social lives), but I'm going to indulge in my own thoughts again ( Read more... )

… and rob their houses.

It tickles me a bit, cleaning on the top floor of a police station and singing quietly along to this song. I’ve got a new Placebo fetish, and have always been a bit of a late starter, musically.

Walking out under a twilight sky the colour of mist, it’s my time for thought and patience. I go quiet inside, for once. My hair’s a ( Read more... )

A black dog had its paws on my shoulders for a week or so. I think it’s jumped down now.

My mood has considerably lightened today; I found myself singing along to my iPod at work for the first time in (what felt like) ages. Lots of Velvet Underground, and Stars, and Depeche Mode. I also forced myself not to glance at the clock throughout the day, ( Read more... )

Oh wow. LJ's got some kooky new features. Pity it can't let me change my font to Papyrus automatically. Nev' mind, we've got purple.

So, they've found Alan Spray, or think they have. He's the 73 year old man with Alzheimers who went missing over 3 weeks ago, from our city. I was there in the Sergeant's office when the call came through on the ( Read more... )

I'm watching Donnie Darko, remembering why it's such a favourite and a keystone in my life ... and why the word "Middlesex" still conjures up these images of proper propriety, curtain twitching, casserole baking and savage niceties ( Read more... )

Some people have made their feelings felt over the death of a young person in Tott'ham. They felt the need to do so with flames and looting, with vicious words and missiles thrown. These people shat on their own doorsteps, and smeared the excrement over the doorways. They have lost what little they had, in terms of self-control and honour. But we' ( Read more... )

Lots of things changing ( Read more... )