Category Archives: Miniluv
Worry not, all things are well
I am probably too late getting to The National, as I would bet they already pick up quite an amount of praise in the right quarters, but given that I don’t really listen to any radio stations or music shows these days, I am … Continue reading
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Well hung
Polling over the weekend from a couple of sources seems to indicate that we are moving towards something not seen on British shores since 1974, a hung Parliament. This provides an often disconcerting-to-watch level of stimulation for political junkies, offering … Continue reading
I’m great, me
I realise that blogging is often accused of being a self-referential circle jerk. But, to those naysayers, I offer a ’so the fuck what’ because we all need a little external validation now and again. And so I present to you… a … Continue reading
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Do it if you must, Labour, but make it quick
So the chickens might be coming home to roost for Gordon Brown. There I was, half-heartedly watching Andrew Marr on Sunday, when the great man himself appeared groaning on about something. It sounded like ‘…targets met… investment not cuts… we … Continue reading
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drunk blogging
Probably not a good idea. But here goes anyway… You think you’ll break my heart but you’re not capable of it I’m too strong for you I’ll outlast you every time. Good luck to you: All’s fair in love and … Continue reading
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Normal service resumed
In a bar last night, the DJ played Pulp’s Common People and the crowd, a drunken mass of former St Martins sculpture graduates, sang along without a shred of self-awareness to cause them disquiet. I felt like pointing out that … Continue reading
Pillow talk
“And all my friends hate you, because they think you’re going to break my heart.” “I am going to!” he laughs. “No, I’ll break yours,” she tells him. “Want to know how?” He nods. “Because one day, ten or twenty … Continue reading
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The way to work
On the way to work I see two people sitting in the park, looking into each other’s eyes. A tender moment, I think, aaah. Then as the bus moves on, I notice a can of Special Brew in her hand, … Continue reading
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