Reed is back tomorrow.
Good, I say. Good. I don’t care for this ‘generating content’ lark.
How about another spot of juvenalia, while she can’t burst in and stop me? She wrote this one when she was barely 18, and falling in love with her future husband. Also blond, by the way.
Everyday I love your absent image
Hurts […]
Reed is still not back. Lord knows what she’s doing. Gallivanting, I shouldn’t wonder, or possibly even frolicking.
But as she’s not here, and left me in charge, I think I shall do something truly evil (heh heh heh) and dig out her early poems. And, oh, look, here it is, perfectly preserved (in turquoise ink, […]
[Reed wrote this in less than 20 minutes, on Thursday the 1st of November, in a complicated recess of the labyrinthine university library, near Paleontology. There were pigeons roosting on the window-ledge, iridescent in the autumn sunlight. And workmen drilling next-door. Possibly knocking Dutch literature through into Law Studies - Ed].
The man is patient, kind […]
This is the Editor, refusing to put on a stupid accent for the purposes of this post, as, frankly, swathes of italic are a bugger to read.
So. Reed has cheerfully announced to the Universe she is NaBloPoMo-ing, oh yes. And then she dumps the responsibility for making it happen in my lap, mine, by the […]
The fascinating Doctor Z tagged me (hi, Z!) so I am obediently presenting the disinterested masses with:
Eight Random Things About Me.
Now of course the only way to make this truly random would be to write every single fact I can think of about myself on tiny slips of paper, stuff the mass of them into […]
Image courtesy of Sluggo at Flickr
“Inside every older person is a younger person - wondering what the hell happened.”
– Cora Harvey Armstrong
To my astonishment, Reed has kept this blog going for an entire year. And then, to my astonishment, people have come and read it. And furthermore, come back a second time.
I suppose it would […]
I see some of you people actually want the Reed creature to come out of hibernation and say something. She’s lying on the couch, watching Criminal Minds and reminiscing about the days she had a crush on Mandy Patinkin in The Princess Bride… ‘Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to […]
Reed is in bed eating chocolate ice-cream and pondering how to be really truly deeply blood-curdling in prose. It’s clearly very absorbing. I mentioned the blog to her and she told me to post something myself if I was that bothered. I think she may have sworn at me. Such is my lot in life.
So […]
Right. As Reed has utterly humiliated herself, and me, with the above stupid pun, I am taking over this post.
Reed, go and make the coffee.
What drove the first of us to try
This bitter, dark, and devilish drink?
To steal an hour as day slips by -
What drove the first of us to try?
And did he watch […]
…shall I start forcing Reed to post daily again?
(She’s writing poetry in bed at the moment. For God’s sake).
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