I’d be posting on the 20th, in fact, I am writing this on the 20th, but BT has run gleefully away with the internet connection and who can say when you will be reading this.
[This applies in any case, as if, God forbid, this is all still up in ten years time, someone could […]
Library of Congress Subject Headings make no sense. I spent the morning wrestling with the definitive four volume 2005 edition, and they make no sense. Also, they make no sense to anyone else either.
I know, I know, I should have done my homework last week. But just think, if I had, I’d no longer be […]
Things I have done today:
Dressed in tracksuit bottoms so elderly there’s a couple of places you can practically read through them, and an orange tee-shirt of more than usual grottiness.
Read the newspapers.
Put a shirt wash on, then, later, hung said wash out to dry.
Washed the cooker hood (getting S to dismantle and remantle it, as […]
I had a lovely idea for a post. It was something to do with librarianship coursework, subject headings, and my poetry book collection. Unfortunately, I had said lovely idea while on a train, and when I got off the train, the idea dissolved in the drizzle.
I had a simply fantabulous post brewing about George Eliot. […]
We have a pointless, somewhat masochistic ritual in mid-November. We get in beer, and a takeaway, and our best bad attitudes, and we pile all these up in front of the telly and watch Children in Need until the small hours, bitching, kibitzing and sneering our way through the rice noodles. And then one of […]
Cheerfully, shamelessly, swiped from Charlotte.
1. Do you remember learning to read? How old were you?
Like Scout in To Kill A Mockingbird, I never learnt to read. My mother remembers playing with flash-cards with me when I was two or three, but I simply do not remember not being able to read, or being taught in […]
I am a tired Reed. With insomnia. I am very well aware that listening to people droning on about their blasted insomnia is a good narcotic. So I shan’t. I shall go and paste vague, emotional and misspelt comments all over everyone else’s blogs instead.
Day in the life of a full-time mature student with a part-time job:
7:00 Get up. No, really, get up. Get up. Get up. Get the hell up already.
7:20 GET. THE. HELL. UP.
7:30 Drink tea in front of computer, with vague intention of reading emails. Find self staring transfixed at the weather report. Give up, brush […]
I have just found out, to my intense irritation, that some of my posts don’t appear in all browsers or at all times or on all computers. I swear, I really swear, I am posting daily. But the internet gremlins are clearly a censorious little bunch of toadstools [with excellent taste, of course - Ed] […]
The headache, she persisteth, oy vey. What a bloody waste of a weekend. I shall have to offer you a little more antique verse, while I lie down again and fuss because I find reading even so much as detective fiction quite hard going at the moment.
It is very safe to say that I have […]
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