Monthly Archives: January 2002

A brief breaking of the icy block

I’m still blocked, I think. But this bubbled to the surface this evening. I was trying to channel Willow and I got Tara instead. I don’t know where this goes or anything. LOSING THE BEST THING EVER Sometimes I hate … Continue reading

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Accidents, Computer Hell, Ballet Stuff and so on

You all need to know, since D mentioned it in his journal, that I was slightly stirred *and* shaken the other night when a motor cycle rammed my taxi-cab in the rain in the rush hour on the Shoreditch one-way … Continue reading

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Lust objects.

I thought that I could never regret going to see a movie with the divine Eliza Dushku in it, but Soul Survivors has proved me wrong. The film seems tediously long at eighty-five minutes, though my guess would be that … Continue reading

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Irritating to hear the Tory transport spokesman being allowed to get away with the sheerest of nonsense on the radio this morning. The interviewer pointed out that all the good European railways are publicly owned and the Conservative was allowed … Continue reading

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O god, might as well do an alphabet for the New Year.

A is for apologies. I get guilty sometimes over the way so many diary writers manage to produce something worth reading almost every day – Jen Oksana and Kate Bolin are particularly strong examples here- and I just manage to … Continue reading

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