A real apology now. I’m sorry, I really am… about the complete lack of ‘Meta Comment’ in the last few months. This ‘blog’ has foundered on the shores of aesthetics, parody and nothing else… I understand the ‘content’ has suffered.
This site should be a personal account of things going on around me, an archive of funny little nuggets of daily life and the odd and occasionally splendid people I encounter. If this page had any mantra it would be something along the lines of ‘you should have been there’.
From an early-days defender of Web 2.0 I do believe everyone should be free to publish as much self-obsessed rubbish as they like; I also love criticism and I do wish (in line with Web 2.0’s ‘community’ spirit) there was a little more debate in the comments here.
What more is there to say: must try better. I’m not going to pander- just sayin’! Maybe I keep my best side in the notebook. Perhaps the keyboard created this deft shrine to frivolous comment.
Surreal: hearing through the wall your neighbour singing billy joel’s ‘where’s the orchestra’…quite lovely very loud.
Where’s the orchestra?
Wasn’t this supposed to be a musical?
Here I am in the balcony
How the hell could I have missed the overture?
I like the scenery
Even though I have absolutely no
Idea at all
What is being said
Despite the dialogue
There’s the leading man
The movie star who never faced an audience…
– Billy Joel
Yes, David Cameron telling Prime Minister Brown to ‘bring it on’ as it were today reminded me of the old tale of the castle that sustained a fortnight’s siege back in the day. The attacking army gave one last chance to the villagers inside- their resources must have been low- come out now and we won’t bombard you with another final bloody onslaught.
The villagers retorted by throwing the last measly stock of grain and meat at the attacking army. “We’ve got so much food and supplies we don’t care! hah!” and thus was born the french taunters. Oh, it worked too – the attacking army just went home. Or something.
Yoooooooou don’t frighten us English Kinnnnggggg! Go and boil your bottom sons of a silly person… Knnnnnni-g-h-ts. etc.
Started the day by building a bed, no- not from Ikea… from wood, ‘built’. Painted my room, well the ‘alcove’ which now has a custom-built bed in it. Terracotta / Easy-Jet Orange if you must know. Assembled shelving unit, varnished and its looking not too shabby at all. Watched Palin’s ‘New Europe’ (still the only reason for paying you t.v. license) recorded on the wonderful eyeTV (currently encoding for iPhone. Cooked lasagne, tesco did most of it to be honest.
Considering mounting a new shelve, its half 10- but I’m sure the neighbours would understand i’ve gone diym (pronounced ‘dim’ – do-it-yourself-mad – means i’ve on my way to becoming a joiner).
This programme on the BBC World Service is worth a listen, today’s ‘The Word’ came from Edinburgh and followed Ian Rankin for a bit around the city streets (always thought that’d make a nice podcast, he could do it himself) during the “International” Book Festival. Very enjoyable. They interviewed the organiser of the festival who gave a startling figure of 2% as the percentage of newly published translated books available (or purchased?) in the UK. Our tastes are apparently “very parochial”.
Anyway here’s a direct link to that programme. Enjoy.
