Friday, March 24, 2017

T'arrive on ne sait jamais quand
Tu repars on ne sait jamais où
Et ça va faire bientôt neuf ans

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Five years on

B and I went to a panel after work. The cousin of the FM was there, and afterwards we had Indian. We ate too much.

Friday, January 27, 2012


Locked in a dervish lodge as it's snowing stormishly outside.
The scene I seek refuge in is this:
I am in a supermarket queue to get snacks for my hotel bed dinner just off Piccadilly. There are 4-5 people in front of me and almost all of them on their mobiles. I decide to log on to the conversation of the man in front of me. He is having a conversation about a girl's life, he and his interlocutor- who I am sure is also male- are tearing her decisions apart. I feel for the girl.
It's a very solid moment, shiny and brittle with suffusedness. Stagy, larger than life. I half expect someone to come and ask me whether I have the right seat.

Thursday, September 01, 2011

Politburo Files

So I am in a museum cafe and my enthusiastic interlocutor tells me I am a bright young thing, that I could be something in the world of letters and I almost believe him as he tells me that he comes from a family butchers and knows what's what. Ah, my naiveté.
At the time, I have not even heard of Westminster School. Oh, Hampstead.

Friday, August 19, 2011


...and the accompanying book, it turns out, is 2666, and the accompanying drudgery is a translation on natural phenomena- winds, today, hamsin and the like.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Let's do this properly

Rory says when he realizes they need to burn the body of the Doctor. Properly, of course, is to put the body in a boat, set it alight, and let it float on the lake. Doctor who IS the Englishman's prayerbook. Nuff said.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

My Blue Headscarf

The blue headscarf I was wearing that day has grown purplish in places, the places that come right above my forehead, the places that are exposed to the sun at the perfect angle.
Three years, I've had of it.