Wednesday, November 02, 2016

So sing a song


If only every other boy made you feel like an Estrella Damm ad... 
Brb, suffering from the greatest withdrawal for as long as I can remember.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

HBD Roald Dahl

It is Roald Dahl's 100th birthday today!

Growing up, my favourites were the Witches (examining the scalp of every woman I meet) and The Twits (gave me anxiety attacks every time I was offered tomato spaghetti for fear that I am actually eating worms). Eventually, I graduated to his twisted short stories like Lamb to the Slaughter, which thrilled and terrified me in equal measure.

Today, I thought about how I probably only have 300 more books to go before I die (assuming that I live to be a 100, and that I read on average 4 books a year), and got very cross because I was at work looking at excel spreadsheets. Well, I guess it's time to toss out all the icky finance stuff.

The Wormy Spaghetti, aka the my biggest fucking nightmare as a child.


His granddaughter, Sophie Dahl, wrote about him here. The man calls his cigarettes gaspers. Swoon.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Dads everywhere

“There are many different kinds of bravery. There’s the bravery of thinking of others before one’s self. Now, your father has never brandished a sword nor fired a pistol, thank heavens. But he has made many sacrifices for his family, and put away many dreams.”

“Where did he put them?”

“He put them in a drawer. And sometimes, late at night, we take them out and admire them. But it gets harder and harder to close the drawer… He does. And that is why he is brave.”

— Conversation between Mrs. Darling and Michael, Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie

Sunday, June 05, 2016

Mona


Have you heard? 

I have imposed on myself a month of no alcohol (MONA for short) During this period of extremely trying time, I apologise to anybody who meets me for the first time because I am likely to be absolutely un-charming. 

Monday, May 23, 2016

I wandered home saying your name



But there were nights in bars that I recall
Your breath was courage laced with alcohol
You leaned in, you said,
"Make music with the chatter in here
And whisper all the notes in my ears."

Oviedo, Blind Pilot