Sunday, January 15, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
new truck, histrionic sunrise
before i took this picture, i had just been giggling with one of my favourite customers because one of our night workers must have had a spot of sleepy finger trouble and the chef's invoice was charging eight times the going rate for two kilos of cheddar slices
he and i speculated that the gods themselves must have milked a golden cow on the slopes of mount olympus
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
i shouldn' t smirk ...
the loved one and i travelled back from the big hospital in a comfy taxi and i have been promoted to part-time butler/male-nurse for the time being
she requests the use of her laptop so that she can wirelessly watch her favourite hospital saga, "holby city", using the bbc i-player
half way through the episode, ( which i cannot watch, mostly for reasons of snobbery mixed with delusions of cultural grandeur ), i hear her voice rising in a kind of panic ...
"no, no, no-o-o-oh !"
the television doctors are re-setting a dislocated shoulder, just like hers ... with realistically scrunchy sound effects
file under "gratuitous over-use of the credit card"
... arguably necessary as this book is stuffed with wonders
http://www.spectator.co.uk/columnists/all/3454556/and-another-thing.thtml
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
news of the screws
i was sitting besides a trolley in the accident and emergencies circus this afternoon when a prisoner with head injuries was wheeled in to the next bay
the prison officer who was keeping an eye on things and remained next to the trolley pulled out a packet of crisps and ate them noisily
then he swaggered over to the bin that was clearly labelled for re-cycling only, and re-cycled the empty packet
the prison officer who was keeping an eye on things and remained next to the trolley pulled out a packet of crisps and ate them noisily
then he swaggered over to the bin that was clearly labelled for re-cycling only, and re-cycled the empty packet
Monday, January 2, 2012
insomniac's consolations ( i )
i've been awake for almost a week with a heavy cold that likes to shift itself from one uncomfortable part of the body to another whenever i imagine it vanquished
i've always struggled to read methodically ... i'm rarely truly comfortable with larger books, i have a poor attention span and an itch to skip a few pages, and a kind of laziness with small print, especially in long paragraphs
not only did the loved one discover a lectern in a charity shop, but she also she went out and bought a huge "daylight" lamp, the Lumie Brightspark, which is transforming my experience of reading into something more intense and rewarding
now i just need to catch up on all that lost sleep
insomniac's consolations ( ii )
the loved one bought Paintings in Proust for me a couple of christmasses back
on this christmas eve she arrived home from the library with Proust's Overcoat, and it was only after deeply enjoying this little christmas jewel that i noticed it had been translated by the same writer
happy new year mister karpeles, and miss foschini, i am deeply indebted
Sunday, January 1, 2012
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