Found this old photo and it made me curious. Made me think of places where you pick your lobster of choice from a tank of live specimens. What kind of restaurant specialises in both dog and mutton, and tethers them by the front door on a nice warm bed? Not vegan, at any rate. Must…
God was killing me. On a diet of fat mince. And sliced white bread. Doughy and wet. Wrapped in greaseproof paper. Stop it running away. Sterilised milk. Tasted of rice pudding. But didn’t go off till next day. If it didn’t get too hot. Furniture scavenged from derelict houses. Burnt-out or abandoned buildings. Fine old…
Nothing wrong with borrowing other people’s life guidance principles. There are plenty of others with sufficient intelligence to learn from. You just have to hunt through a lot of haystacks to find them, and there’s a mountain of sifting to do before you’ve found the really usable information. Quite early on, I latched onto ‘the…
Ah! This fickle race! The shelf-life of an idea is five minutes, and then it has run its course. Everything has its implicit use-by date, it’s five minutes from now, and if it’s not past yet, then you’re chasing it, hoping to see it off and land the next fix of fresher than fresh novelty.…
Damn my eyes on the front of my head, leading me on. Damn my forward pointing feet. Damn the horizon never reached. Damn the sun with its repetitive days, all the places and faces touched but not held. Damn all the happiness, cracked at the weld. Damn my eyes on the front of my head.…
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