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in praise of sleep

I’ve just finished At Swim-Two-Birds by Flann O’Brien. Don’t let the incomprehensible title put you off. It contains vast stores of wisdom:

What is wrong with…most people…is that they do not spend sufficient time in bed.

I find nothing to disagree with in the above.

When a man sleeps, he is steeped and lost in a limp toneless happiness: awake he is restless, tortured by his body and the illusion of existence.

Flippin torturous body.

Why have men spent centuries seeking to overcome the awakened body?

YES. Forget this waste of thinking power, philosophers.

Put it to sleep, that is a better way. Let it serve only to turn the sleeping soul over, to change the blood-stream and thus make possible a deeper and more refined sleep…

In fact, let us all become cats:

cat pandaI admit he looks more like a panda in this photo, but it’s the same principle.

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merry christmas, yo

It’s the night before Christmas and I am engaged in the following activities:

  • Coughing. A lot. I can’t sleep. I can’t breathe. Lots of sympathy would be beneficial. Thank you.
  • Painting my nails in festive colours. The fumes probably aren’t helping the cough, but at this point I don’t care.
  • Eating chocolate. There is a lot of it about – what’s a girl to do?
  • Drinking red wine. See above.

max does ballet

  • Hanging out with my mum’s cat, who is being unusually affectionate. I think he’s hoping for more salmon.

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the universe is watching you. possibly?

Look! Proof that, um, something.

After I talked about a book that discusses whether it’s a good idea to have kids or not, I’ve just seen an article entitled Is It Acceptable To Have Children?

It is true that once every five years I think “HA, I SHOULD GET A BABY.” It passes by the time dessert comes around.


The article was actually published two days before my blog post, but I’ve only just noticed it, so we will gloss over that little discrepancy. Also, they make some interesting points.

Just because all the kids like hip hop and sexting today does NOT mean they’re going to be intelligent liberal-arts science proponents with a shot at saving the world and colonizing space and all that, right?

And, and, and, someone I know is moving to Stockholm shortly. Naturally, this means that all I see around me these days are references to that very city. I stumbled across a splendid blog all about moving to Stockholm. And someone (oh hai, @NoSomebody!) suggested on Twitterrrr that I add my blog to an excellent site called Bloglovin’; which turns out to be based in Stockholm. And I’ve just finished reading Just My Type, which has a lot to say about Ikea’s font choices – Ikea being Swedish, obvi. (Not quite such a surprising link there, to find something about a certain Swedish furniture company in a book about fonts. When they changed from Futura to Verdana, the world went mental.)


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old fascist cats

‘You must be f***king joking!’ he screamed, poking Blake in the chest. ‘You just don’t understand the readers, do you, eh?’

MacKenzie rapped out his picture of the Sun‘s older reader. ‘He’s the bloke you see in the pub – a right old fascist, wants to send the wogs back, buy his poxy council house, he’s afraid of the unions, afraid of the Russians, hates the queers and weirdoes and drug dealers…’

cats that look like hitler

an old fascist and Hitler
(i’ve been waiting for an excuse to use this picture)

Yesterday I was on the Tube and found myself sitting next to the very same Old Fascist that Kelvin MacKenzie, former editor of the Sun newspaper, had described as the paper’s typical reader. I did not ask the O.F. whether he voted BNP, because really I do not ever want to have that conversation with anyone ever. But he did look like the racist old men you find clogging up British pubs, and he was reading the Sun.

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