Friday 26/11/09
I was reading Marcel Proust's The Captive and The Fugitive but this was one big fuck-off volume of 900 pages and I got tired of carrying it around all day long either in my carrier bag which it made too heavy, or in my backpack where it took up all the space and I couldn't even take food with me (and in the question Proust or food? the answer should always be Proust, but I'm susceptible to making the wrong choices as we know), so after 150 pages I gave up, decided to continue reading this during the Christmas holiday when I won't have to travel around during the day and I'm now reading How It Ended by Jay McInerney, who's in my top 3 writers, well modern day writers anyway and

Wednesday 25/11/09
It’s a Monday evening two weeks ago and I’ve just left the shop where I now work because I’m dumb and that’s when I get a message from Mean who says that the drugs have arrived and these drugs are the 5 grams of mephedrone he ordered a few days back. From then on, this is a conversation that goes like this.Mean: I might have a little go now. Hey, there’s fuck all else better to doMe: Beats EastendersMean: I’ll report backMe: Whilst still UI pleaseMean: Never any other wayMean: Nothing yet +20 minutesMe: Up dosageMean: Wait…Mean: Here it comesMean: FUCK MEOn Wednesday morning I’m on my way to

Monday 23/11/09
I want to have an extensive Christmas movie collection. At least 200. And I want to watch them all year round. And when I’m a layabout surfer living in Newquay, friends will be coming over in the middle of summer to pick me up to go surfing and I’ll be watching Christmas movies on DVD and they’ll be all like, “What are you doing, dude”. And my housemate will be like, “Don’t you know? That’s ___. He watches Christmas movies all the time. It’s his thing”

Friday 20/11/09
And because I sat down and wrote something in the comments yesterday that almost fully explains (ALMOST fully - I never do anything by wholes) why I was so annoyed by this person and his rant(see previous post below), I’m going to copy this on the front page now for maximum exposure and then forget about it.So yesterday, in the comments section a reader, W, said: “I thought what he said was quite interesting. I think he did understand the point of your blog, but just found it raised difficult feelings inside him and I think its fine for him to express those to you, as it is fine for you to share with everyone else your thoughts about how he makes you feel i.e. that he is a c

Wednesday 18/11/09
What does it feel like when you’re looking at pure hatred in the eye? What goes through your head when you’re stood there, face to face with someone that you know despises you and sees no worth in you? What am I supposed to think when I’m stood there looking at him, right into his eyes, trying to understand where he found it inside him to hate so much?Readers of the old London Preppy might remember this. It’s a year and half ago now, when I was still writing daily, when I came across one of the most passionate character assassinations that have ever been performed on me.You can read about it by clicking