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08.05.01You Want A Peace of Me?I've alluded to my peacenik upbringing before - to the way that my parents (earnest and shabby in the sixties, ex-pat academics in the seventies, woolly intellectuals in the eighties) dragged the childhood version of me on all sorts of protest marches, for things, against things, you name it. I've told you how > in which Meg protests her civil right to watch a crappy movie">I exploited the protest mentality for my own aims and how > in which Meg is arrested (sort of)">sometimes protesting got me into trouble. I don't think I've yet mentioned how, in a life-changingly important ...
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08.03.01> my brother David, sailing> my brother David, sailing the Endeavour at the pond, 1979" border="1" height="215" width="189">As a Christmas present from my grandparents in 1979, the three of us (big brother, me and little sister) each got given a boat to float on the local boating pond (a two foot deep, 12'x12' concrete hollow) on the top of a hill overlooking Port Erin and Port St Mary, near their home on the Isle of Man.There was nothing especially fancy about these boats. They were not remote controlled or swanky. They were powered by being tugged along on a piece of string, puffed by ...
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08.03.01Woo-hooI've got that Friday feeling(as long as that Friday feeling is headachey, exhausted, curmudgeonly and uncharitable)
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08.02.01Don’t do it<rant>I get immensely irritated when people assume and then broadcast that they're better or more worthy than others, based on participation (or, in some cases, non-participation). Yeah, it's so easy to mock something just because you think other people will and you want to get in first in case someone thinks you're a saddo. Stand up for yourself. Have an opinion of your own. Get involved. Get a backbone. Or don't bother getting involved in the first place.I get even more irate when people participate in something and then say later "but it was shit and I hated it" or ...
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08.01.01Double BillLast night, I noticed that muscles-from-brussels action flick > I wish I could remember what the title was in spanish">Sudden Death was on telly, and I was so tempted to watch it, if only for the happy memories it would bring back.No, I'm not a closet Jean Claude Van Damage fan. Calm yourself. The massive boil on his forehead can act better than he can. But I first saw this movie in a hot cinema in Cochabamba, Bolivia in 1996, and the experience has remained with me ever since. It was a saturday afternoon, and the violent action flick was ...
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07.31.01I stayed home off workI stayed home off work today because the mere tugging open of the curtains at seven this morning caused my brain to go into painful spasm, so staring at a computer screen for nine hours wasn't going to feature heavily in my agenda.Instead, I slept, bimbled around the flat, lay listening to soothing music (Pergolesi Stabat Mater, Arvo Pärt De Profundis) and later, when I could open my eyes without grabbing my head with both hands and screaming, I indulged in a little bit of retro gaming action (Super Mario World on SNES) from the comfort of my bed. By ...
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07.30.01AnnouncementLeading scientists proclaim migraines c*ntyPress released, embargoed until 00.01 31/7/01> a man being attacked by little evil demons. Migraines feel a bit like this, but a whole lot c*ntier" border="1" align="right">Meg Pickard, content-surgeon at one of webland's busiest blogspitals, today revealed that headaches were indeed c*nty, confirming the suspicions of many in her field."We've been investigating stinky head-poos for ages," said Dr Pickard, a twenty-something noomeejahoor and clinical specialist, "but it wasn't until today that the true c*ntiness of them had been accurately measured."Using a device known as a 'co-worker', Pickard discovered that the true c*ntiness of a headache ...
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07.30.01Yesterday, July 29th 2001 wasYesterday, July 29th 2001 was the twentieth anniversary of me being sick on a policeman. I don't usually note down key dates in my history of personal delinquency, though I remember some more than others. At sixteen, I was held without charge while standing on the sidelines of the April 1990 poll tax demonstration/riot in Trafalgar Square. No, really, I was just standing there - though sitting is perhaps more accurate. When the bottle-throwing began, I stepped out of the riot and went to sit on the steps of the National Gallery. A policeman with nothing better to do (like maybe deal ...
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07.23.01Flying antsI just don't get it. How come they just don't exist all year around, and then for one day each summer they just go crazy and infest everything, coming pouring out of cracks in the paving stones?It seems that one calm hot day after rain each summer, usually July or August, all the flying ants in one broad area release their males and fertile females, who then mate in mid air and then the males die. But why. The fuck. Do they have to. Do it. During my. Lunch-hour?I hate the itchy feeling you get after you've walked through a ...
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07.20.01On School DinnersIf you went to school in this country, especially primary school, and ever ate school dinners, you will be no doubt aware of the phenomenon of school dessert. For reasons too traumatic to go into, I have only the vaguest memories of main courses in school (before the whole family went vegetarian and I got packed lunches, aged nine, or was allowed to walk home to eat lunch, aged ten) but the desserts have stuck with me for all this time. Possibly quite liderally.The main dessert that every school-dinner consumer will instantly recall is semolina - watery white stuff, decorated ...
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