Category: old blogging

A very large bumblebee has just flown into my office. It really was enormous, creating such a downdraft as it buzzed about that small pieces of paper skitted around. The great thing with bumblebees is they are slow, and relatively easy to catch safely with an old coffee jar and a piece of paper (two things that happened to be handy), which allows you to carry the creature to freedom and also have a good look at her. This one was particularly handsome, free from varroa and typically stupid – once I removed the paper, she just buzzed about inside the jar for a minute or so, before then deciding that she could get out after all, and lumber on her way.

as I travelled through the undulant Sussex countryside on my way home, I reflected on the rapprochement that has been created between me and some of the London bloggers.
You know, it is definitely easier to deal with these words two at a time.

book review time kids!….
Russell Hoban’s Amaryllis Day and Night. Class reading. A strange sort of combination of bizarre fairytale, romance, science fiction (for wont of a much better category/pigeonhole) and Londonstory (in the current vogue) that manages to be plausible (in spite of the implausible storyline), entertaining (in spite of its introspective monologues) and gripping (in spite of its occasional arty-fartiness). Very very readable, and with a story that succeeded in keeping me interested right the way through to the last page (with an interesting though not entirely unexpected ending – in a way, I kinda hoped it would end differently, but then that may just be my maudlin nature).
Anyway, my overall one-word review: not bad at all.

ok, ok, ok – the masses want to know what else I did today. It isn’t that interesting, really. I woke up early, had a bath, did the washing up, went to Boots to drop off a film for processing, popped into Costa for lunch, nipped into Sussex Stationers for a roll of brown paper, then, later, caught a train to London so that I could meet Meg, Davo, Luke, Catherine, Nick, Mo and Katie for beer and putting-the-world-to-rights. Satisfied?

I’d like to say that I have never shagged a Hula-Hoop sandwich.

long day today: but tonight featured beers with Matt, Ian (still celebrating his birthday), Paul F, Kearn, the pulchritudinous Tam, Sacha, DA and DAGS as well as Paul S, Kristian and Al (briefly). Pissed as a fart now.

read this: rhizome. Now think about what is written here about the value of art, and apply it to the literary value of (certain) blogs. And, furthermore, what makes one blog more valuable than the next? Shouldn’t these literary works be preserved in some form other than the (often hard-to-search) archive files at the site concerned? what defines good literary art? who should decide? Let’s face it, Shakespeare was ridiculed in his day by many critics.

he‘s moved too.

post pub blogging. never a good plan. and I am soooooooooooooo tired.
anyway, before I go to bed, I thought I’d let you know that tonight, after doing laundry, washing up, housework, cooking and email duty, i had beer with [deep breath] Brenda, Greg, Paul F, Tam, DA, DAGS, Arron, Al, Ian (happy birthday!), Sacha, Anne (happy birthday!), Simone, Clive, Matt, DJ, Cat, Steve, Tim, Tanya, Claudette (we’ll miss you! sob!!), James, Jayne, Kearn, DJ – oh god, countless people. If I missed you, I’m sorry!
But I’m soooo tired, I need to sleep.
Incidentally, Vaughan has moved his blog but I am too tired, so will alter the link list tomorrow or Monday or somewhen. But go read his site anyway, because the man thinks.

It has been pointed out that in addition to Toms A and C, there is also a blogging Tom E (how could I forget!). Which is a nuisance, as I now not only need a Tom B, but also a Tom D.