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3 January 2010I want to have a tantrum. A really big fucking tantrum of screaming and crying and lashing out and refusal. The simple refrain of a child becomes huge and laden with age: I don’t want to. I emphatically do not want to.
A child that can tantrum like that doesn’t have a sense of duty though [...]
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4 December 2009They cut it out of me today. It had grown so thick and so fast that no exploration was needed before they broke me open; they said they could hear it when they placed their ear against my belly. They didn’t need to tell me, of course; ever since it had, with tender violence, anchored [...]
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My favourite non-musical festival experiences
23 June 2009Is the main reason to go to a festival the music? When I went to my first, Glastonbury in 1995, I probably thought so, but I quickly came to realise that a festival – at least for me – is as much, if not more, about all the odd little acts you can see and [...]
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The trouble with my shoes, and co-incidents
28 May 2009Starting from a stereotype, even though I am loathe to do so, I have quite a few pairs of shoes for a man; about eight, not including my Homeys slippers.
However, I don’t wear all of them on a regular basis. My Dr Marten’s 10 eyelet black leather boots have, until the recent crisis, languished at [...]
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14 February 2009One should never dance with a weasel by the light of a solar eclipse unless one is looking for trouble.
To recline your seat please pull on the lever to your left and recount your earliest childhood experience.
Three score and seven years ago it was decided that the time had come and he sallied forth.
Forsooth, there [...]
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