Tuesday, 30 March 2010
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
heavy sky
As if the grey cold rain isn't enough: the constant nagging drag of a hefty bag on my right shoulder; sharp twinges shooting through my shoulder blades; the soul sapping monotony of the featureless streets populated by trolley trundling, shuffling old carcasses; the joyless meaningless contents of said bag: thick wodges of slippery Home Shopping catalogues, Readers Disgust (join a fucking library, read a real book!)..
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
the paper cycle
A recent episode of Wallander (the BBC remake featuring a constantly blubbing star and several dopey sidekicks with frizzy perms, not the excellently dour Swedish version) featured a postman as the murderer..it was signposted early on in the episode by plonking a red post van conspicuously in a scene for Branagh to almost fall over. It's a nice thought, murder. GK Chesterton got there first with his murdering postie carrying his corpse in a mail sack unnoticed: 'the invisible man'. I understand the urge to throttle people.
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