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I is back

Ok. So six months into my ‘definitive’ year. And absolutely no progress on the novel. I am going through something of a re-adolescence though – bought a Wii, a camera, a guitar and a language course. It’s like being 15 again. But with less Thatcher. And no growing pains. [...]

A question of scale and islands

Been quiet. Apologies to my reader.
A very odd week. Involved in filming, reporting, attending, criticising and reviewing things around mass collaboration, web technologies, ex-somethings, people, philosophies, running and cava. I have perhaps been an island too long and too often, yet some behaviours simply can’t be unlearnt overnight, no matter how [...]

MacBlogging

So. I stood in the shop in Regent’s Street and waited patiently to be served. The nice man stopped me from spending £400 extra on the Pro. Fool! I’m a boy! Sell me things I don’t need I will never use! The even nicer man handed me a shiny white box [...]

Rasputin's left knee cap

Ways this could go:
- adventure story in the style of the 39 Steps. Treasure in a statue of Rasputin.
- Docu weepie…. tramp with false leg – Russian migrant in NY. Leg blown off in the WWII (time period?) – keeps picture of Rasputin wrapped round the top of his leg. Blames the Monk / [...]

Dreaming

I’ve always led a highly disappointing dream life. Not that I remember many dreams. The ones I do recall tend to be rather mundane, parallel lifetime sequences when my brain plays out what could / could have happened had something / someone been different.
I’ve always been envious of people who go star-hopping or dragon-slaying [...]