I feel alive today. I’m the lightest sleeper, and nights have been becoming progressively unbearable lately thanks to contributions from neighbours, street noise and my own warped sense of a sleeping pattern (eg. go to bed at 9pm because bed is warm, wake up at 5am, wasn’t that such a good idea?). Last night I [...]
You had me at fruit pies
“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies,” said Jojen. “The man who never reads lives only once.” – George R R Martin I finally got my paws on A Dance With Dragons, so my life is currently a case of finishing work, locking myself in my flat, reading until my eyes burn. Occasionally [...]
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I am the wilderness lost in man
‘Come thou, love, my own, my only, Through the battlements of Groan; Lingering becomes so lonely When one lingers on one’s own.’ – ‘Linger now with me, thou Beauty’, from Titus Groan by Mervyn Peake On Thursday the University of Wolverhampton hosted a lecture by Sebastian Peake, son of the poet, author and artist, Mervyn [...]
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Narrowly trespassing
Je vais te suivre sur les routes, à travers les rêves, à travers c hamps, nous avons l abouré, pavée avec d es intentions réalisé trop tard. Je te suivra i sans cesse, sans pitié , avec fureur, et ne se reposera pas jusqu’à ce que tu es à moi. Tra vers la France, à [...]
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Only one eating sour mango at Molineux
This week I’m enjoying having a fat rabbit on my lap as I watch Senor Nadal battle past a few choice opponents at this year’s Australian Open. Nothing like having something big, black and monstrously fluffy to cuddle in the morning. Don’t read too far into that. I’m tired this week. Dutch-tired, as in close [...]
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