Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
On an unrelated but rather pleasant note, I have recently been reminded of the joys of a good piece of fiction. The last book I read was a disconcertingly nonchalant romp through piss play, necrophilia and other assorted loveliness, and now the quiet middle class angst of Gordon Comstock in Keep the Aspidistra Flying is like being served hash browns with maple syrup after three years of eating nothing but squid jerky.
You know what I mean.
Friday, October 1, 2010
So. I’ve spent the last few days in Melbourne; Australia’s second largest city and generally considered to be the country’s cultural hub. It was pretty damn awesome.
Melbourne’s architecture is a fantastic mix of Victorian era to adventurous contemporary, its public transport and layout well organised, its vintage shopping and art spaces numerous and central, its weather satisfyingly chill and its food... oh lord its food. My digestive system both pines for it and prays for death because of it.
After the cut (is that what you’re meant to say?) is what basically amounts to insufficiently thorough holiday snaps with an attempt at pared-back narration. I think I might put the small amount of art I did there in another post to stop this all getting ridiculously long.