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Ev’ry mornin’ find me moanin’
Isn’t work completely bloody? Even when you quite like your job and think most of your co-workers are even, dare I say it, quite nice? Nevertheless, it’s Exam Term, the students are Revolting (hoo, yes), and inexplicably everything goes completely … Continue reading
A Curate’s Egg
I’m still here. I’m tired, I’m full of snot, I’m grouchy [Is any of this news? - Ed], but I’m still here. Hah. But lurking, obviously. Can one lurk on one’s own blog? [It takes solipsism to a new level … Continue reading
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Well, now, you do realize you’ve given the Editor the worst case of heartburn ever to have afflicted that unconscionably sour individual. The Editor, in fact, will not be joining us today. The Editor is out hunting for aniseed-flavour Gaviscon. … Continue reading
No sniggering at the back
Well, now, I’m terribly busy working time-and-a-half at the Blasted Library (leaking, incidentally, from every new window-pane) this weekend, and can’t come and play. But as The Plan is continuing apace, I thought I’d treat you all to the first, … Continue reading
There is a plan, and its name is Fret
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Instant gratification, or, Don’t blog tired.
So, I have a novel to rewrite, and to finish rewriting, by September. The very thought maketh me to weep. A friend once, very kindly, pointed out that the thing about blogging, as opposed to, say, writing a novel, is … Continue reading