Thursday 11th March 2010
A while ago, when I was more naively confident of my writing ability, I sat down and wrote this. It was about a real house that was, and remains vitally important to me. Tragically, a couple of Januarys ago, it burnt to the ground. Shortly afterwards, I went to visit the remains - they looked like something you might encounter in a Bronte novel: the garden was covered in blackened timber and broken bricks. The front of the house was gone. From the road I could look down the length of the corridor on the first floor, and see the doorways of the bedrooms where I used to stay. Only the two tall chimney stacks remained untouched, everything around them having fallen away. Now I have frequent dreams about the place, normally where me or my grandparents are living in the half-destroyed house. I'm briefly writing about it because, where previously Google Streetview hadn't covered the place, in its new trawl of Britain's roads, LM is there.
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Sunday 28th February 2010
Bear with it....photo number 25:
fuck yeah!
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Tuesday 19th January 2010
George and I went to see Breakfast at Tiffany's the other day. It was a bit of last minute thing, and we were told that only a box or restricted view seats were available. We opted for the box, and I assumed that only half the stage would be visible as a result. I mentioned this to George, and she expressed the hope that this would be the section of the stage in which Anna Friel would be located when she shed her clothes. Happily this turned out not to be the case. In fact, we had the best view in the house. Unobstructed Friel notwithstanding, the play was good, but it had no Westies in it, so this photograph is better.
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Wednesday 30th December 2009
Christmas Aftermath
Lots of Celebrations, goose, twiglets and smoked salmon eaten. Not enough Stilton though.
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Wednesday 2nd December 2009
Jackoballs
Primrose Hill edition (with apologies to Private Eye)
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