My anti-hero, Robin Hartley, is doing very well thank you very much. He’s shacked up with that bird Cara I was telling you about. Very soon, I know – perhaps even too soon (we shall have to wait and see) – but its my story and I’m in charge. And I kinda wanted to get to the juicy stuff, ya know? I’ve got a pretty good idea of what that juicy stuff is gonna be (I’ll sneak in at least one more ‘special’ frappuccino), but what I’m really enjoying is just letting the bastard free within some really light structure and seeing what the hell he gets up to.
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Nov 07
Nov 07
Confessions of a night school drop out
Having moved to a new town, and with time on my hands, I felt the time was ripe to enrol myself in a night school class. I confess to fancying myself as a linguist, though I really shouldn’t as my conversation skills in reality only extend to please and hello in about 5 or 6 languages, a paltry collection of Japanese phrases and just enough Italian to get by and crack the odd joke.
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Nov 07
Nov 07
Nothing Vulgar About Beetroot
I think I’m going to start a campaign for a revival of the 19th Century name for the beetroot – blood turnip. It’s an infinitely more evocative name for a humble root vegetable that has hidden depths. Today, many varieties of Beta vulgaris are grown around the world, (when was the last time YOU ate a Burpee’s Golden or a Bull’s Blood beet?)
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Nov 07
Nov 07
Hi, I am the feminist sitting next to you. Does that make you uncomfortable?
The smell of testosterone was in the air as I sat eating lunch next to a bunch of Oxford rowers. While trying to keep pieces of fatty meat from revisiting my plate I also had to listen to them celebrate the downfall of feminism.
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Nov 07
Nov 07
No Sleep till iPhone
Since that night there have been legal battles over the iPhone name, venomous exchanges on the interweb over the decision to lock it down, iBricks and silly bitches suing because they have nothing better to do. And, of course, the inevitable squealing of anti-Mac piglets suckled strongly onto Bill Gates’ swollen teats (he says, ducking).