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Fussy Bitch: June 2008
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Saturday, June 21. No child of mine. After viewing the safely vacant fluff that is Sex and the City. What the fuck possesses me to watch things that touch much closer to home? I can't help but wonder. When faced with happiness, do I covet the familiarity of my nightmares? Tuesday, June 17. Come in number 39, your time is up. The day before I turned 9. I realised the man my mother married wasn't the saviour he was made out to be. The day before I turned 19 -. The day before I turned 29. A minute later he ...
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Fussy Bitch: February 2008
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Wednesday, February 27. I have a to-do list as long as a very long thing and I'm mentally running round like a blue arsed fly so what do I do today? Redesign the blog that I don't have time to post to, obviously! Saturday, February 16. I run the race for life. Cos I'm a big supporter of fit tits. I submitted an entry or four to be considered for this. Let's be honest here, we all. In case it touches a nerve in someone else and they comment or mail to say those three little words we all want to hear.
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The Overnight Editor
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Going one-way on Earlham Street. This takes a little time to explain. Apologies for the long post. A familiar disembodied face appeared on the laptop, and spoke directly to me. Hello Overnight. Glad you could make it. Sorry about the old cloak and dagger act. How long have you been with us now? Since you transferred to the Office of National Interaction? Three years isn't it? This takes a little time to explain. It's been a long road. I once thought my blog only featured one character - me. I was wro...
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The Overnight Editor: Pilgrimage
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Laquo; Ice and a slice. Service will resume shortly ». Two golden bursts, flashing along a pair of burning silver strips. Like racing magnesium wireflames, weaving, crossing, criss-crossing. Join-rejoining. Curving towards me, then falling away. Train tracks catching the low evening sun. Leeds to London; two-and-a-half hours of an eight-hour round trip. When I asked for a return at King's Cross, the man who sold me the tickets had said That's a very quick turnaround, Sir. 12 May 2008 at 22:49 in Journal.
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The Overnight Editor: The one with the sheep
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There's a time machine on Kingly Street ». The one with the sheep. The panic in the postman's block capitals told me Oskar's mother was up to her tricks again. Sat in the pub last weekend, he showed me the card that had come through the door, the various boxes ticked, asking if Mr Day could please come and collect the parcel they had been unable to deliver. And underneath, in biro, the postman had added URGENTLY PLEASE. Towards the end of the following summer holiday, Oskar spent three weeks away with hi...
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The Overnight Editor: Finding biros on Prince Consort Road
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Laquo; You're not the only one. Reading material ». Finding biros on Prince Consort Road. I'm aware it's only about 18 months since I promised to tell you a story about where missing biros go. It got. mislaid. But here it is. Put it this way: You think you understand the world. Cause, effect, all that. But you don't. And the stuff you do to try to make it understandable just makes things worse. Listen. I dabble. You know; order, chaos all that. We've all played with dodgy copies of FRACTINT. The coffee m...
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The Overnight Editor: Recursion
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Laquo; The nonsense I find myself doing. The one with the sheep ». I'm writing the script for a murder. Nothing too fancy; the sort of thing you see on Crimewatch. Speaking of which. Friend of mine; budding actor. Got a job as a reconstruction artist; playing the criminals on true-life crime shows. Problem is, there aren't enough criminals that look like him, so the work's a little sparse. What happens when you go to prison? Maybe I'll get a lawyer. They're still there for all I know. So: Stunt-laden car...