Every time I wander away from LJ for a while they redecorate and the new place proves totally confusing. My tiny nook could do with a bit of it as well, the photos for a start could stand updating, in order to accurately reflect my older, grayer, fatter self. No real change; just slightly more faded. This week I am privy to the experiment of ( Read more... )

A thought prompted by watching Donnie Darko again on BBC HD late yesterday: didn't everyone in their teenage years wander at night across the fairways and greens of the local golf course? Some of my friends had a mercenary purpose to their nocturnal voyages (seeking out golf balls for reimbursement at the club house being the primary one) but I did ( Read more... )

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I was 24 years ahead of my time. From The Boar (online)"Warwick Union Council voted on Monday 7 November to place an ethical boycott on the sale of Bacardi rum in Students’ Union outlets ( Read more... )

They keep tearing down the places I used to go yet Coventry Kebab House shall endure eternal.

From a friend's letter to me of autumn 1985, recently unearthed & re-read ( Read more... )

Hamlet (observing Ozzy & the boys ( Read more... )

To summon back the Firewitch.

All I can see.

While watching Channel 4's repeat screening of Fight Club last week I came to the realisation of how much my life at various points (especially the last few weeks) has resembled Ed Norton's character in that movie. I once lived in a huge, decaying, ramshackle house with collapsing floorboards and a gas water heater that seemed poised at any moment ( Read more... )