Category: old blog

A vast box arrived yesterday, that surely could have housed a Shetland pony, but in fact contained a A3 scanner. It’s a behemoth yoke, moored on my desk like a cruise liner. Hey, when peak oil hits/we’re all flooded/the world fries to a crisp/insert apocalyptic scenario of your choice here, I’ll have something to sail …

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I darkened the door of Forbidden Planet the other day, and I wasn’t even the only female therein, which just shows.. something, I imagine, and saw fit to indulge myself with this book, which had thus far escaped me. I don’t know why exactly it is so entertaining to read the toe-curling stories of Mawil’s adolescent failure …

Read more “On tortured artists”