Sometimes it seems like the world can’t make up its mind about what to do with ABBA. At least, there’s no consensus. From kitsch, Scandinavian eurotrash to teutonic laser guided Stormtroopers of melancholy, the opinions differ widely. I appreciate that even with things like The Beatles, you get some attention seekers who pretend that they’re…
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I Am The Carpenter. Or, See How They Run Like Pigs From A Gun: See How They Cry.
“I weep for you,” the Walrus said: “I deeply sympathize.” With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes. Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, Lewis Carroll. At junior school I didn’t have very much to do with girls, viewing them as being…
Stand And Deliver (Stewart Watts To High School). Or, How My Brain Naturally Values Arbitrary, Superficial Judgements Above Rational Thought. Unfortunately.
“An administrator in a bureaucratic world is a man who can feel big by merging his non-entity in an abstraction. A real person in touch with real things inspires terror in him.” Marshall McLuhan. We started doing a bit of French in our last year of Junior school. Numbers, days of the week, ‘Je m’appelle…
Urgh. Icky!
Mickey – Toni Basil. Aged ten, I was a sucker, a rube, a schmuck. In the previous post, I’ve said how I accepted what my old man told me without question. It never occurred to me that a different point of view to his might be valid. To be more – or possibly less…
MiddleRabbiting 