I’ve been to the Green Kingdom and returned again. Home again, home again, jiggedy jig. Except this isn’t the one that feels like home, and it was a bit heavy hearted to come back again to the wall-to-wall tourists, the beach littered with cans and bottles and vermillion flesh, and the leaf blowers, the poisonous neighbour, the drunks and the ( Read more... )

Lunchtime. Still in jarmies. Haven't the energy for pronouns etc ( Read more... )

Ah, this echoing, deserted place ( Read more... )

I mean, srsly, what manner of place is this ( Read more... )

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I feel in need of a satellite navigation system for life at the moment - little bit dazed and confused. Freedom is never that iridescent green thing it seems from beyond the fence. It has potential, though, if I can avoid becoming too dispersed in ever-expanding shapeless days, edges of which melt and meld into a vast jelloid glop. Tactic ( Read more... )

Bugger. Another of those days when the weather forecast says 26 and means 36. I can feel it building, the heat pressing in at the windows, the air thickening, the ceiling lowering. Going to be lots of those. Days that buckle under the weight and distort to metallic, hammered flat things like so many car bonnets, stretching out, immobile, to the

I sent it ( Read more... )

There is no known corner of the internet that I have not visited today in the service of procrastination, but I must I must I must write that screaminducing nancingwell mindblinding thing for the training body and I CANNOT. Can't even be in the same country, can't open the bits of worddough flung down with eyes averted, can't square up, can't. ( Read more... )

Weather forecaster on the television last night announced that "the weekend is shaping up to be perfect, with Saturday coming in at 30 degrees". 30 degrees perfect? I'd take issue with that. 25 degrees is perfect. 23 degrees is perfecter. I do wish they wouldn't make personal judgements on the weather, on the assumption they're universal. Good ( Read more... )