Did I ever tell you that Neil Foster once visited my school? Heck, the Ashes started around 44 hours ago, and I'm drunk. The combination triggers recollections like that. I've no idea how Sartre came up with A l rechereche de temps perdu. The French hate cricket. And being drunk.
One of my readers has died. It's too painful to write about it, really. I could make some wisecrack about how I need all the subscribers I can get, but I really don't. What hurts is that someone I thought was really funny, insightful, full of love, righteous anger and most of all love, has died. And he was young than me. And it isn't fair. But then, explain fair to someone in Yemen.
I'm enjoying, in a bleak way, the Irish realising that for the first time for 800 years, the boot on on the other foot. So they are sticking it to us. As a Civil Servant all I can say is, this is creating more jobs for Civil Servants. True, everyone else is getting screwed, but there's never been a time when individuals with such a modest record of achievement could get promoted within my organisation. So there's always a bright side to things.
I have no idea why, but I'm listening to a lot early 90s industrial and big beat/techno/house/suburban plum-and-suitcase. Utah Saints, 808 State, Orbital etc.
That is all.