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Conscious & Verbal: November 2005
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All the extra words I didn't get a chance to use. Saturday, November 12, 2005. I've just been to pick up the keys to my new flat and sign the contracts. All very strange. Then I spent a while just going around the new flat suffering from change-related stress. Is the new place as nice as I thought? Is it worth the rent? Will my stuff fit in it? Everything is packed (almost). Oh well. I'm off to call 'Alan' (he could be anyone, I called a firm I found on the internet and because I had left it so late ...
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Conscious & Verbal: March 2006
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All the extra words I didn't get a chance to use. Monday, March 20, 2006. Dry Your Eyes (if you can find a hanky big enough). He's back. With a new album and a new rash of Reebok advertising hoardings. Is there such a thing as an eye job? And has Mike Skinner had one? I've got the album on order. Posted by c&v at 10:50 pm. Wednesday, March 15, 2006. It Must Be Blove. Or is there a cooler shape to apply? Like fractals or helixes/helices? I have been in blove with. And here's what he says about it. Ten Rea...
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Conscious & Verbal: April 2006
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All the extra words I didn't get a chance to use. Sunday, April 23, 2006. I've just listened to Johnny Ball talking about nuclear power on Radio 5. I have very mixed feelings about nuclear power. But as a child of the eighties and an avid, nay fanatical, viewer of Think of a Number and his various other programmes, I am conditioned beyond all conscious means to agree with whatever Johnny Ball says. He must be right about all things. Yay for nuclear power! Posted by c&v at 7:50 pm. Friday, April 21, 2006.
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Conscious & Verbal: December 2005
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All the extra words I didn't get a chance to use. Wednesday, December 21, 2005. It's the shortest day today. Hip hip hurrah. From now on in it's getting lighter by about 2 minutes every day. Woo hoo. I got to work at a ridiculous time this morning, but at least it meant I was able to catch the sunrise over the town hall during a break from the misery. It was very pretty. Posted by c&v at 9:09 pm. Tuesday, December 20, 2005. Happily stuck in ithaca. For a fun podcast tonight, thanks to bloggold. I feel a ...
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Conscious & Verbal: October 2005
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All the extra words I didn't get a chance to use. Saturday, October 29, 2005. Off to the Manchester Museum. For an afternoon of Palestinian Culture. Haven't been in the museum for years and years. It looks about ten million times better than the last time I was there - although I have a soft spot for the type of museum that consists of chloroformed specimens of things that frighten the mother country. they're just so rare these days. I bought it from one of the best bike shops in the world. It once put a...
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Conscious & Verbal: August 2005
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All the extra words I didn't get a chance to use. Wednesday, August 31, 2005. Invisible (& Tattooed) Hand of the Market. To continue the theme, this is one of favourite advertising hoardings in Manchester. It kind of sums up the power and blindness of the market in one fell swoop. There’s genius at work here, really. Could the tattoo remover be the boyfriend, wife, son, daughter or bitter rival of the tattooist? It always sets me thinking, anyway. Posted by c&v at 9:40 pm. Tuesday, August 30, 2005. Versi...
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Conscious & Verbal: July 2006
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All the extra words I didn't get a chance to use. Thursday, July 06, 2006. Where the streets have names. I'm off, Manchester. Another week and a bit and I'm gone. Charming man leaves charmless city shocker. Not that I don't love the place, I do. Hugely. But it's over. O, V, A, H, Ovah, in the words of Kath and Kim. Darby House (you could see the Holy Name Church, I wept with excitement). Kensington Avenue (Harriet, Donna, Emma, Louise, Sally). (Dickenson Road and Mabfield Road - Helen? Bla Bla Black Sheep.
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Conscious & Verbal: January 2006
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All the extra words I didn't get a chance to use. Saturday, January 21, 2006. Confession is the New Black. It seems you just can't move for confessions at the moment. Shortly after Charles Kennedy kicked the bucket of political doom and the leader of the Lib Dems in the House of Lords confessing that he used to be an alcoholic, Mark Oaten quits the leadership race and then his Front Bench post after confessing (or being confessed - can you be confessed? 23 year old rent boy. Who do they remind you of?