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Day 550 :: The Beginning of a Great Adventure (Part Three)

Saturday December 1st I received a comment on a blog post recently. It was left by someone calling himself ‘P****d off man’. Here it is here…  I am not meaning to be rude to you, but perhaps you need to replace words and phrases like “bail me out”, “dreams” and “closed doors” with something such… Continue reading Day 550 :: The Beginning of a Great Adventure (Part Three)

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Day 538 :: Ghosts

Monday November 19th. 17:13 The electrician is looking for good earth, and for good earth he has to dig. I help him. My back hurts. It feels like I’ve been digging for days. In actual fact I have been digging for days. On Saturday and Sunday I helped Cyrus dig a trench for a retaining… Continue reading Day 538 :: Ghosts

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This Is Paris

I am sitting on a porcelain toilet that’s been dumped on a busy Parisian street. I am smoking a cigarette and posing for a photograph. It seems like exactly the right thing to do. My host is amused by my gaucheness, which I exaggerate instinctively. I am like some country simpleton on his first visit… Continue reading This Is Paris

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On Flying Ryanair (My Brain Thinks Bomb-like)

Monday 12th November, 2012. 12:55 I should be somewhere over France now, preparing to descend. Instead I’m heading back into London in an almighty fug. Missing my flight back to Limoges was nobody’s fault but my own. I recognise that completely. Forgetting how busy London can be on a Monday morning, I simply didn’t leave… Continue reading On Flying Ryanair (My Brain Thinks Bomb-like)

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Day 504 :: Progress

Monday 16th October, 2012 The first stage of the Operation Power was completed sometime in the past few days. I wasn’t here. I was elsewhere, on a roof. The advance payment on the second stage has been made. Things are moving forward. What I’m really hoping now is that someone pops up from nowhere and… Continue reading Day 504 :: Progress

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Day 495 :: Limbo (D♭m)

Sunday 7th October, 2012. 11:18 I woke up this morning – da naa na na – not feeling tired. This is unusual. I can’t actually remember the last time I woke up not feeling tired. I even felt like doing things, which is also unusual. I’m sure it’s unrelated but last night I dreamt that… Continue reading Day 495 :: Limbo (D♭m)

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Twenty-One Reasons There Should Be … No More Page Three

There is currently a campaign afoot to persuade Dominic Mohan, editor of The Sun, to stop featuring photographs of naked young women in the newspaper. There have been campaigns in the past of course, and they have failed, but this one seems to be picking up a lot of momentum. Probably because the time is… Continue reading Twenty-One Reasons There Should Be … No More Page Three

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Day 474 :: All Those People, All Those Lives

Sunday 16 September I’m sitting on one end of a stretch of cemetery wall, writing in a notebook. Horses huddle under nearby trees for shade and snort, sick as pigs as flies cloud their eyes like tiny demons. There is a recycling point opposite the cemetery gates. Which is convenient. A car pulls up, then… Continue reading Day 474 :: All Those People, All Those Lives

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Day 468 :: Denouement

Monday 10 September. 20:40 I’m just back from a weekend full of friends and frolics and lakes and larks and I’m sitting next to a broken mirror watching the last of the bald mice flap about above me. It’s almost dark already. There was a jolly-looking man in the sky just now, with mackerel skin,… Continue reading Day 468 :: Denouement

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It's the Olympics!

I am not interested in the Olympics. Not one bit. But these Olympic stick men amuse me. They are in Nantiat. Up the road.                  Vive la France!