I’m so annoyed that they’re ditching the analogue phone network for digital. It’s harder to get the parts apparently and I imagine people who know how to fix the copper network. When Lancaster’s power station broke and the mobile network went down, when we got a little taste of the apocalypse back in 2015, I … Read More
I got there eventually, the feeling of betrayal by Gaiman. I thought I had remembered the one story of his that got to me because I always think it’s by Warren Ellis or part of Preacher and it’s not it’s part of Sandman – that’s the people in the diner in 24 hours. The ones … Read More
Brutalist architecture is out and Greco-Roman is in. More than anything else that has me shivering, it’s just so many echoes of the Nazi regime. Brutalism has always been ridiculously hard to like, but the theory behind it is socialist and egalitarian. It’s about not hiding the nuts and bolts of construction, showing all the … Read More
On Friday I listened to a voice recording that turned my brain inside out, on Saturday I got lost in a changing room and yesterday I couldn’t find my way out of one of the covered shopping areas in town. The smallest one of them. It was a little scary. I stepped out of The … Read More
I quite like Chinese New Year in Lancaster, there’s a parade and lions and I find that it’s infused a sense of Chinese cultural somethingness into my idea of how the year sins out. A bit like setsubun next week or Old Twelfth Night last week. I’m busy this afternoon so I shall miss the … Read More
Today was a mix of things, The Princess, The Proper Girl and The Fashionista went to have a spa day. I absolutely loved the mud rasul treatment, it’s very social and we got to have a good chat. I was of course late, despite having planned not to be. No one was surprised. Ribby Hall … Read More
I was reminded earlier today of a poem, an ex had recorded it for me at one point and I fancied listening to it. So I did. That may have been a mistake. I listened and was, I dunno, spinning out. I was sobbing and I was real in my toes, maybe, I wasn’t here … Read More
It’s a curious thing to begin to feel real after a year of really really not.
It doesn’t matter if it was a Nazi salute, it matters if the kids believe Trump saved TikTok. It’s all smoke and mirrors, what matters are the actions. It matters what’s being hidden and it matters that the rich idiots are being used as a smokescreen. I’m more worried about Ukraine and Israel.
What I liked about Twin Peaks was… to be honest a lot. After Cornish Bloke and The Jellicle pestering me for literal years to watch it and hearing my parents basically dismiss it as just another investigation show I wasn’t sure what to expect. Particularly because I had watched Dune and Eraserhead and they were … Read More
