The only thing worse than an Lj with a grudging friends list run by someone who’s a control freak about his privacy and acts like he’s doing you a favour by sharing his inner ranting with you - is the self same aforementioned acting like you should all be heartbroken because his LJ is going on indefinite hiatus ( Read more... )

 Operation Enduring Scapegoat ( Read more... )

Questions:

"What are you afraid of?"

I’m afraid of two things - I’m afraid of myself and the capacity I have to screw myself over and fuck myself up. Far more than anyone else I seem to be the one thing that can hurt me.

I’m also totally petrified of the Samuel Beckett play “I not I”

"How will you die?"In all seriousness - I haven’t quite ( Read more... )

Addendum ( Read more... )

I went to register my disapproval of the countryside alliance march. I didn’t hoot or holler, but I gave them my best mean glare. Foxhunting fills me with such sadness I can’t express it, my love affair with foxes going back to my first ever clear emotional memory when I was around 3 years old and the small cub nuzzling into my hand sticky with ( Read more... )

1st things 1st. I have a few bits of scribble to type up before the 5th and I will try to get it all done - answers to the last few outstanding questions and a response to responses to my last whacko "lurve" post ( Read more... )

You remove a young animal from its parent and it keens in fear and loss. Threaten an alpha males pack and it will fight to the death. Remove an ape or a meercat from its family or mate and it will lapse into despair ( Read more... )

My mantra this morning as I walked the rain to the tube was "I hate early mornings and I hate the rain and I hate the cold and I hate london" over and over in a steam-train rhythm that under differing circumstances might have been comforting ( Read more... )

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I love it when the clocks go back or forward, the way people just do it without a second thought despite it being a slightly surreal act. Time is perceived as such a rigid part of most lives and yet twice a year the lie becomes transparent and as a group we diligently change the clocks as if part of some grand conspiracy. In the middle of the night ( Read more... )