Didn't camp, but the campsite was splendidly far away from everything, given it's just round the back of Bath.
Formulated a theory about why they're called kebabs here and gyros in septic-land, posed around in a cloak, drank beer and talked shite. All very satisfactory indeed.
Generally, when I've been reading acomic graphic novel, I feel like I've just eaten a tube of Pringles. It's a food-product, but not a useful one. Post reading The Filth... Well, I say 'reading'. I mean 'being ambushed and subjected to perverse sexual practices by'. I retreated to the mentally safer areas of a small pile of 'New Worlds' magazines and the qpopper source code.
Funny bugger that Morrison chap. Talented, mark you.
Otherwise I have this strange idea that I should find the least attractive pub in Bristol and put on a night called 'Old git disco'. Playlist to include 'Don't fear the reaper', 'There is no love', 'Public Image' and, um, some other stuff.
Currently, I'm strongly tempted by The Long Bar on Old Market. Any boozer that has signs reading 'Alcoholics welcome' is clearly going to be a quality establishment, the like of which one has not seen since the demise of the'fields Twelve Bells.
I've also been saving up the last couple of Raymond Chandler novels. I shall be very sad when I've read them all.
Formulated a theory about why they're called kebabs here and gyros in septic-land, posed around in a cloak, drank beer and talked shite. All very satisfactory indeed.
Generally, when I've been reading a
Funny bugger that Morrison chap. Talented, mark you.
Otherwise I have this strange idea that I should find the least attractive pub in Bristol and put on a night called 'Old git disco'. Playlist to include 'Don't fear the reaper', 'There is no love', 'Public Image' and, um, some other stuff.
Currently, I'm strongly tempted by The Long Bar on Old Market. Any boozer that has signs reading 'Alcoholics welcome' is clearly going to be a quality establishment, the like of which one has not seen since the demise of the
I've also been saving up the last couple of Raymond Chandler novels. I shall be very sad when I've read them all.
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Date: 2008-08-10 10:34 pm (UTC)Have you read
Post-Chandler: Auster. NYC*3 doubleplusgood.
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Date: 2008-08-11 02:35 pm (UTC)Hm. Part of the attraction of Chandler is the feel of 30s/40s LA. I guess James Ellroy would be the next most obvious move, but who can say?
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Date: 2008-08-11 09:52 am (UTC)There was a thingy in Deadline some years ago, about a bloke on the top deck of a Sheffield bus who was staring out across the pleasant and sunlit moors and remarking upon same. Whereupon the scenery fell down to reveal a grim and rain-swept factory landscape. The pensioner in front of him turns round and goes "Children, small dogs and absolute concepts of reality'll allus make a liar of you, pet."
Which, yes.
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Date: 2008-08-11 02:32 pm (UTC)I should find the least attractive pub in Bristol and put on a night called 'Old git disco
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