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Holey Vision: Mixed Emotions
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Writer and rather dodgy poet with retinitis pigmentosa searches for insight in the world slowly fading around her. Tuesday, 23 July 2013. It is hot. Very bloody hot. Not that I am complaining but Grace has a black fur coat and is finding it all a little much. She is floppy and there is much panting. Here she is with her homies.hot dogs. Usher, Grace, Terri, Albert and Monica at Corsham Court. Last week we were volunteers at the very cutting edge MIX conference here at Corsham Court. So I am in my huge bl...
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Holey Vision: In which I am attacked by a speed boat and Grace plunges under a train
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Writer and rather dodgy poet with retinitis pigmentosa searches for insight in the world slowly fading around her. Saturday, 21 September 2013. In which I am attacked by a speed boat and Grace plunges under a train. I loved Greece. I really, really did. Only there was one ineey meeny mini bikini moment where it could all have gone a bit well .I believe the expression is ‘tits up’. Only the second time I am clambering up I hear screaming from the boat. I think turning around. That sounds bad for someone.
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Holey Vision: June 2011
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Writer and rather dodgy poet with retinitis pigmentosa searches for insight in the world slowly fading around her. Tuesday, 7 June 2011. Please Don't Adjust Your Sets. My blog brain is on hiatus but .It Will Be Back! I promise. I apologise for lack of clown in the very bad replica BBC test card but Grace had a hissy fit and legged it into the garden when I said she had to wear a hat. Hope you are all well. Labels: bbc test card. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Welcome to my blog. Please Dont Adjust Your Sets.
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Holey Vision: August 2013
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Writer and rather dodgy poet with retinitis pigmentosa searches for insight in the world slowly fading around her. Tuesday, 13 August 2013. A few years ago.well maybe more than a few.I was on a train at some daft time in the morning on my way to San Francisco. I hadn’t slept much the night before anxious about the trip and was a bit woozy. The carriage was almost empty and I thought no one would mind me snoring so leant down to pull out the foot rest. I pulled up my arm and held my hand up to my face.
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The Diary of Nicola-Kim: July 2012
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The Diary of Nicola-Kim. Wednesday, July 25, 2012. Back In The Loop. Today I am thrilled! After months of battling with a dying laptop and believing all had come to an end, I got my new one. But, I am chuffed. Really, really chuffed. And so what if it isn't. Specific one I would have liked and all the rest. It works, I don't have to use my iPhone for everything and I can continue with my writing that has had to rely on pen and paper (who would have. All is well in the world today. Blogs I like to read.
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The Diary of Nicola-Kim: September 2012
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The Diary of Nicola-Kim. Saturday, September 8, 2012. Steel kitchen cupboards,. Plastic egg holders,. Quality street cake tins, vinyl kitchen floor. Hand rotation bread slicer,. Electric carving knife,. Jug and glass coldrink sets,. Boiling condensed milk for caramel. Mulberry jam, flap jacks,. Mac and cheese, jelly. Hang ten plakkies*,. Sieve doors for the flies,. Flower patterned crockery,. Lunch tins and leaky cooldrink bottles. Home made jam and rusks. Steel garden furniture and paper thorns. Pen to ...
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The Diary of Nicola-Kim: January 2013
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The Diary of Nicola-Kim. Sunday, January 27, 2013. I will not get into the whole apology thing of not being here for months! Stuff was happening - some of it shit stuff, I tell you, but here I am now. Hello, all of you - if there are any of you left. So, instead of saying to myself this year I will finish my book - which one, you ask? I am working from. 365 Ways to get you Writing. Daily Inspiration and Advice for Creative Writers by Jane Cooper. So far, so good. There is however, one memory that springs...
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Rhodes: '90 to '94: Nightswimming
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Thursday, October 9, 2008. Stars and Sky Below. On nights like that, the pool lay mirror-still and black, reflecting the stars like a rectangular hole in the universe. On the diving board, gazing down into the watery stars, it felt for a moment you could dive and plunge into the night sky. Once you leaped, that held-breath moment in mid-air felt like a split-second vacuum between two worlds. Back to the World. Nightswimming deserves a quiet night. It's not like years ago,. The fear of getting caught,.
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Rhodes: '90 to '94: Girls' Res’s
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Wednesday, October 15, 2008. Intended as lounges for chaste discourse and the 30 centimetre rule, girls’ Res common rooms were generally austere as a Methodist church. They lacked the empty beer bottles, overflowing ashtrays, and continuous “westerns” (pornos) on TV that made guys’ common rooms so endearing and so reassuringly like our res rooms. From Sweetie to Bull Dyke. Tim, now you're back on form! October 15, 2008 at 12:03 PM. I have no idea why I remember random shit- it hasn't made me any money.
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Chalo Chesu: On Gabonese and Manners
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The way I see the world. Thursday, March 26, 2009. On Gabonese and Manners. Thursday morning and this marks the beginning of my fifth week in this most unfriendly of African countries. The French could only aspire to such levels of arrogance and non-chalance that the Gabonese exude. If it were not done to such absolute perfection it would offend greatly, but instead just leaves me thoroughly impressed. How is it possible for an entire country to be so consistently and unequivocally aloof? So, Annie was r...
