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Nutch content

Nonsense to clear the maths-based sinuses of consultancy work.

On clothing

Waiting for feedback, remembering what it’s like to be a freelancer and the ghosts of clothing mishaps past and present.

My name is Im Probable Nonsense. You killed my vanity. Prepare to die.

Sigh.

Writing – a funny buzzing in the fingers

Of mice and men. Or more accurately – of foxes and bees. More howling at the moon from yours tru dat.

Running ‘n writing

A writer avoids writing by talking about running, with the excuse that it offers some insight into writing. Whereas in fact, it is simply a way of running away from writing. You see? Oh, and there’s a question at the end of the blog for once….

Eternal liff

Ivan eats some metaphysical crackers

Delicious irony

1. I’ve finally become someone who uses ’so’ instead of ‘anyhoo’ to link (admittedly fragmented) thoughts. That means there is some hope for a narrative to be drawn from A to Yes please, I’ll take those royalty terms sir.
2. I expended energy today defending the ‘worth’ of blogging in various socio-political terms [...]

Chatanooga Chewbacca Chalfont-Smythe

Well. I never. I thought that kind of behaviour had gone out with the ark. I mean? When was the last time you invited two giraffes to dinner? Dreadful scenes. Dreadful. Although strangely erotic. Amazing tongues, giraffes. They can lick their own ears. Apparently.
Funny how [...]

Lewis Carroll filter

I appear to spend half my time on this blog writing as if I were a junk mail bot. Which may well be a more lucrative outlet than Monk Quixote. I should read a biography of Lewis Carroll, I guess. He more or less invented nonsense. Before Alice, there was only [...]

Vacuum

Some days the mojo simply isn’t there. I’ve been writing a lot (of pantaloons and felafel-based metaphors) and it’s getting to me. I feel a bit like a performing seal. And yet it’s me who put me here. In my own small way I’ve been reaching out a bit further than [...]