The redoubtable Litlove has actually been reading The Times, and lookie here, but they listed a top 50 of British Writers since 1945. Litlove has some very good points along the lines of ‘who chose these and where the hell is everyone else who should be in here?’, and I am far too, well, frankly, […]
All Hallows Eve. The surrounding streets were full of tiny vampires as I walked home, being shepherded to each-other’s houses. There were even pumpkins and tiny red fairy-lights decorating the occasional front garden. It was possibly the least unnerving walk of my life. To redress the general cheesy cuteness infesting suburban London, I think I […]
I read this as part of LK’s Horror Short Story Short Challenge - it being a short challenge, I of course took simply bloody ages to do it. Sorry. I can cheerfully blame it on all that studying I’m supposed to be doing, and no one will gainsay me [Ahem - Ed].
I ought to warn […]
I think I rather owe you all a bit of an update, but I don’t really have anything in particular to say, so this will be a bitty, somewhat under-structured post. Oh well. You love me anyway. Don’t you?
I have successfully endured the second week of term, and the first week of lectures. I think […]
First, apologies to all the people who posted comments and who then wondered why their comments never appeared. Akismet ate them. I have beaten Akismet with a stick and it has regurgitated at least one. Sorry, Ed.
Second, apologies to anyone who was wondering where I’d got to. I was off being educated, of course. And […]
Three or four poems by Wordsworth, from a copy of The Major Works, purchased at the Wordsworth Museum shop in Grasmere, and mostly only so I could point at assorted crags and talk rot.
The Preface to The Works of P.B. Shelley (now completely out of print), in part at least while waiting for a free […]
Hello, kittens. How have you all been? Me? Oh, I’m within reason. Not brilliant, but not lying about in untidy whining heaps neither. I have, however, been dragged all over the British Isles, showing my somewhat puffy face to assorted friends and relations, in a kind of irony extravaganza of funerals and weddings. But being […]
I’m sorry. Really, I am. Like the charming Finslippy, the longer I neglect you, the stronger my feeling that I need to give you something marvellous, or at least hilarious, to make up for it, and the angstier the nail-biting. And yet I am quite happy to read anything at all on my pals’ blogs, […]
I found this meme over at Helen’s, and unashamedly swiped it. [Bollocks to tagging. It’s too like playing Best Friends at school - Ed]. I apologise for the Editor. No coffee yesterday. No coffee yet today. Me, I tag anyone who’d quite like a go, really.
Here are the instructions:
Look at the list of books below. […]
I brought up the subject of diaries last night. Tell you what, let’s be madly original and actually stick to the subject. I actually own a book about diary keeping. It’ll suffer the enormity of being the first book I review on this site. I’d always meant to review books, at some point, when I […]
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