Monthly Archives: October 2009
Flat viewing
The estate agent is a special kind of bastard: a kid in a suit from most angles, late by an hour from the rest. The shirt’s nice at least, but his collar’s tight, rolling his neck up into his face – and the wispy moustache makes you wonder if he’s snorted the cat with the [...]
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Balls to Kindle: I have a bookshelf
Torn from its spine and squashed flat for scrollbars to browse, a book in an e-reader is the same as another, clinging to its title on a unit that’s basically a homologous hive-pile of words. And I don't want one.
Selfish reasons for not reading Eoin Colfer’s ‘And Another Thing’
Unlike the time I used a deckchair as a toilet, fully clothed, in front of my then-girlfriend’s parents, I don’t remember where I was when somebody gave me a copy of the Hitchhiker’s Guide trilogy. But I remember reading it.
The thing with Douglas Adams’ writing is that you laugh the first time round, and spend [...]
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Blogging’s always dead
A wise man said ‘never let a crap blog bleed out’, but after four years-plus on Blogger, I did, and there was that.
So now, I’ve moved, full-term and fully-dilated, to a self-hosted, baffling internet called Wordpress.
I brought some old posts with me. Just a few. The rest’s been archived and deleted, so it can’t trouble [...]
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Canterbury tale