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Heart of DarknessIn typical style I didn't pay attention to time and found myself a little vulnerable and stranded in a quiet border town in eastern Thailand one night a couple of weeks ago. Stuck with me was an Italian man called Renda on a visa run from Cambodia who was usefully fluent in Thai. So we booked rooms in a seedy motel and went out for dinner in one of the street cafes.I couldn't

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"That voice was a deathless song"F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Spotted in Waterstones whilst Christmas shopping....

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Time keeping its own timeI finished "One Hundred Years of Solitude" on Lonely Beach this afternoon. It's a very funny book. And, like love affairs, the isolated South American town of Macondo exists outside of time. The book's matriarch, Ursula Buendia, lives so long and sees so much that she becomes convinced that life moves in great cycles; dejectedly watching her family's vices, trials and

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"Love affairs are outside time. The beginning is in the end. The end is in the beginning. The beginning goes on after the end."It began and ended on one of his ridiculous benders.It began and ended in his fucking car.I have learned that I am a better woman than I first thought. There have been times in my life when I have been incapabale of accepting the realities of certain situations, but this

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Fuck, the "women in the music industry" debate rears it's stupid head into the debate once again. I'm overjoyed that The Gossip frontwoman, Beth Ditto, is topping the Enemy Cool List. But, fuck me, define me by my uterus and go and give yourself a blow job.Women have inspired rock and roll since year dot and I can't believe it's even an issue that women make records. Celebrate the difference in

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I'm so pissed off and bored that I googled myself and was pleasantly reminded that I've written some good reviews in my life:Queens of the Stone Age ages agoalso GomezSometimes I think that's probably the smartest I've ever been. I've been asked to write an article about Chris Anderson and beside from fucking up a live web interview with him, I have no proir knowledge. But as I have no other

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Sometimes, I hide my face because I cannot even look you in the eye. Although sometimes I cast you glances when you are not there.Our life is a song.My friend Johnny from I Am Kloot has written the most beautiful song called 'Fingerprints'. Gives me chills everytime I hear it. Won't be released for a while, but here are the werds."If heaven is place upon your skinThat I may touched from without

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Three men sang me their songs of freedom on Koh Lanta ...Bonfire night fell on Loy Kratong, a big full moon festival marking the end of the rainy season, though the weather's haywire this year and it's still raining every day and flooding in the north. On Lanta island I made little lotus boats from candles, flowers, driftwood, banana trees, incense and discarded gold with Thai friends from

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Was supposed to be watching The Fall at The Warehouse Project but spent the majority of the evening in the production office drinking and showing off. The evening ended in whirls and spins after we found an abandoned trolley which made for a thrilling vehicle to dick about in. I have the worst ever bruise on my thigh and an actual graze on my knee. I can't remember the last time I had a scab on

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I really want to see Marie Antoinette. I wish they were showing it here in Kuala Lumpur. It's raining here too, battering the city as the monsoon shifts, deflating the intense heat a little and washing away the smell of rubbish and shit from the back alleys near my guesthouse. I don't like it here much and though I know I'm only passing through, I’m missing Manchester; my friends and

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Bothered on tour: North Borneo. With similar themes.

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Get your squirrel out!Although it's still warm, the seasons are certainly changing. Everyday I pass a collection of trees that yellow further each day. The rain storms have a monsoonal quality. Sleeping with the window open as they pour down is bewitching, and a little scary.As usual, I am filling notebooks full of reminders, lists and ideas. A tiny coincidence, involving the writing of two

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Jason Schwartzman as Louis XVI - lovely. From what I've heard this has been getting very mixed reviews, but I'm really looking forward to it.In a way I’ve been feeling pretty regal myself lately – probably because I’ve been hanging with the fucking peasants. Boredom has done terrible things to my temper. Can’t be arsed with anyone. The window is broken. “These frames are from Australia love.” “I

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I bought a beef and chutney sandwich in Cheadle on Saturday. The shop was of note because it seemed out of time, delightfully old school next to all the Greggs and Hampsons, or those expensive delis that haven't quite got over themselves yet. Cooked sausages were congealing deliciously in their own fat next to a big tray of dripping and some ancient meat slicers. The women serving looked like

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You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it can do no other, it will writhe in ecstasy at your feet. (Franz Kafka)While I was waiting around in my room in typical style a couple of weeks ago, I read an unusual and rather endearing book called

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Ah, so August 9th was the full moon. No wonder I was feeling so luna. It was still very beautiful last night, hanging huge and low in the sky near our fire on the meadows. Apparently the way the moon looks so much bigger when it's nearer the horizon is an optical illusion, a trick of the eye, as it's really always the same size, the same distance from the earth. You realise when you try and

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Hot DAMN I love this woman. So does Rollins :)

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Someone's put a video of the early morning ElectroRaga event we went to at Chorlton Water Park on YouTube. The event was part of Futuresonic - the audience a collection of musos, rinsers and chorltonites, lazing around a little muted but good humoured in the dawn haze. The synths and sitars were an other-worldly accompaniment to the skeins of geese flying low over the water. The egg was swimming

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Me suda la polla [bothered]I know it's the day before my period when i wake to feel an inner flux, as if millions of tiny bots are rushing round my system doing me good. My skin's baby soft, i feel happy and full of beans. Maybe that's where the expression comes from. It reminds me of a trashy horror i read once, maybe stephen king... about helpful little alien bots inside people, that turn nasty

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So it's been a while, and I barely know where to begin. Perhaps I should start with today...I feel like a mousing cat this evening for some reason; all round black hunting eyes and darting tail. With a bit of a hyper go go remix; maybe of a dodgy pop dance chart tune you'd never own up to liking: frenetic, cheesy, euphoric. The energy's coming direct from my gut ...yet I could feel it in the wind

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Call yourself a gentleman? Although you have the bluest eyes, you are oft to repeat yourself. Please don't forget that I am not just like everyone else. And that I might of heard this story before.My favourite phrase of yours is "How dare you?'. I love the way you say it. I love the way it taunts me. And in relation to the way I find you behaving it's a calmly measured joke to say it back to you.

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Your body, my eggsmy eggLes flores del chi chi

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So the heron has returned to being a hero, for now. He redeemed himself by lying on my floor and telling me stories about Peter Cook and Dudley Moore. (We'd both caught a late night screening of Bedazzled a few days previously). We drank whiskey, talked about wolves and the devil and went to bed. Splendid.New Peaches album, 'Impeach my Bush', is getting better and better with every listen. (Plus

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A few days ago I was followed by a heron and it reminded me of him - tall, seductive and bad news.

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Whilst dancing on rooftops, drinking rum and drawing on people's faces a beautiful man that has troubled me greatly apologised with a sincerity I doubted he possessed. He was very interested in my theory that we were both slightly autistic. I told him that's why I gave him a book about a mute outcast. Some people's inabaility to communicate ultimatley drives them insane. He told me he was sorry,

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So yes, you are the romantic fool that I always desired. But you are also the slightly defeated soul that I have decided not to attach myself to. Tell me about your internal affairs - I know too much about your devotion to another. All too well. What is it about your words that could possibly change my mind? Start my weekend with a smile? Start your advance with some integrity and I might

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London. You need a map.

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Why do people feel the need to write about their emotions? To arouse the interest of their readership? Self obsession? Catharsis? To work out where and what the fuck they are?I've been writing about my emotions all night, letters to my muse, addressing our demise as an idea. I edited and re-edited and the prose began resolving complicated feelings and conflicting thoughts into some kind of

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I noticed keenly, when he played me his song, that we share a similar turn of phrase. The intricate props of the subject matter are only truly understood by the storyteller and the muse. These props are so obviously taken from real life, that they are only there as an effort to communicate: to explain exactly the feelings associated with one object in time. Reaching out with words. "Don't break

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I've held off posting this because it would of been indiscreet but (without me discussing it with anyone) everyone seems to be talking about it anyway, so it shall be unleashed........I bent over to pick up my Gone with the Wind meets 50s bubblegum dress from the floor, toes pointed inwards, knees not really bent."Before you put your dress on, come back to bed for a moment."Having spent all

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One of the most startling images in the incredible story of The Devil and Daniel Johnston isn't even in the movie: a young guy from a christian punk band recalls his disbelief on spotting his hero being attacked by dogs in the street in sleepy Waller, Texas.It reminded me of when I was a kid and my dog would attack people with learning difficulties, and people with conspicuous mental disturbance.

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Sailor's son of a sailor's sonCame into town to have a little funHe's sunk ships He's travelled the seasHe only wishes that he'd once met meHe burned all the booksthat didn't include his nameHe collected mapsthat showed where I layHe wants to build an empireand make me a queenIt's such a shamethat I'll never leave the seaSailor's son of a sailor's sonHis search for treasure has just begunHe's

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So I received the parcel the book of illusions promised he'd sent some months ago, a belated birthday gift to make up for last year's; which, somewhat typically, never arrived.Anyway, among the assortment of presents was this print called 'a burden named gareth'.He also sent me some facts. For example, in the '70s, there was an unwritten rule among commuters on the Chuo train line in Tokyo, that

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"Falling in love is glamorous hell" ('You', Carol Ann Duffy)Three nights in a row I have woken up in the very early hours of morning thirsty and slightly numb. Each time I smiled to myself remembering the weight of his body. Today I actually pined for him - confused by his absence. Because I already know his touch so well and because we didn't leave each other's sight for nearly three days (after

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True faith Last night we argued about religion and science again over their rum and my green tea. Today I baited a catholic nun with the tale of orpheus and the underworld after having detected the irksome scent of the moral & sexual high ground in her mention of Lot's wife and the pillar of salt. She'd informed the Traveller women that their story of an old woman who turned to stone after

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heart shaped boxIt occurred to me as I was telling him about the box i'd had to make to put Irreversible in, that I was meant to be putting him in one; as per a friend's wise advice.Putting it out of the way on top of the wardrobe or something until i've moved on; maybe getting it out occasionally to peek in when things are getting boring and i feel the need to pure myself out.Irreversible is the

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He told me I had a literary face -every reaction it's own story.Just because you're a raconteur doesn't mean you can tell my tale.Just because your face can lie doesn't mean you understand mine.

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What's your worst habit?Wandering off alone, into the middle of the night, loaded. Telling secrets to strangers.Obliterating complex emotions with alcohol.One night after another.These unshakable wonts prove my irresponsibilty and my occasional, opaque stupidity. Regret crawls underneath my skin like a kind of formication.I met slight erotomania. Blushed more than I can ever remembering blushing

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Slight erotomania. I can't decide if I get more or less obsessive as I get older - still feel like a teenager most of the time. Still cutting and pasting photos of boys..... I don't seem to be able to keep my bedroom any tidier, or understand who I really am, or have a better complexion. I used to be much slimmer, and I think I used to be smarter, but I had a lot more time to study the things I

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Spent yesterday afternoon taking pictures at my folks' house cos they're moving on after 28years. I suppose it's a bit sentimental but it felt like a necessary ritual. I've been realising my usual stock memories of 'childhood' and 'home' leave a lot to be desired, straight out of darker teenage misery and doom. well fuck that; when i had a scan through some old family albums a couple of weeks

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RIP your nana :(Well I missed death by half a metre in the low viz grey spray on the M62 earlier. Driving back from Kirkby too fast in the rain and some trucker had lost a roll of carpet or cladding or something on the outside lane. i swerved and swore and then shivered, since I'd been imagining something like that happening all morning.I'd been attempting a conversation with a group of 'at risk'

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While last year was most definitely the year of catastrophe and disaster, it seems this is the year of death. So my fears, they come to me in threes. My grandmother passed away this afternoon, eight years after a stroke which left her unable to communicate or look after herself. After taking the call from my mother I felt sad but mostly numb and went ahead to the Bridgewater to watch Ryan Adams.

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After spending a while deliberating it I have decided I really liked Shopgirl. Wasn't sure if at first it was a bit overdone, but it was in fact, considering it was written by Steve Martin, a great exploration of the inherent duplicity of some young women's minds. One minute you want one thing, because it seems slightly better than the other thing you wanted five minutes ago, only to decide you

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RIP Bryan GlancySpent Saturday afternoon buzzing about the possibility of going to SWSW in March only to find myself come crashing down to earth by the tragic news that local musician and kind of old friend Bryan Glancy died suddenly, and unexpectedly, over the weekend. As I gathered with other friends in the Temple everyone was either too upset or too shocked to do anything but drink and cry in

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Today I discovered I have a wierdly psychic werdy mouth. A young friend and colleague of mine showed up for his first engagement of the year at our place of work. "He went away a boy and came back a man" I joked as he walked in the door. Later he told me that his mother suddenly passed away on New Years Day. He said the only time he has cried was when he and his brothers carried her casket

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Today's werd-up://:James Arthur Baldwin (1924-1987)... because his Giovanni's Room (1956), something of a celebrated gay novel, reminds me of Brokeback Mountain(indiscriminate /subversive nature of love, self alienation via crushing social convention)Harlem born, autobiographical writing, prominent in the Civil Rights Movement. His stories frame sexuality, race and religion in 20th century

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So, the inevitable lists appear to helpfully sum up the last twelve months.Best gigs of 2005 (in chronological order, out of 52)Snoop Dogg @ The ApolloTwo and a half thousand white kids having the time of their life whilst Snoop strategically wore both the City and United strips at once.Willie Nelson @ The ApolloI've never seen my father so escstatic, three rows away from the original

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Bothered wander trevor and bramhall @ the weekend

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notes from a saturday night in://:lindstrom & prins thomas eponymous. lush..blurt : 80s. dirty groove: grit in the saxpixies: surfer rosa nuff saidmercury rev - yerself is steam, from '91. still haven't decided about these. i like the fact one of their albums is called BOCES, reminder of work trip to New York State last year, US version of special school. 'retarded' etc...cinema werd-up://:

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Best quote from 2005:'The white is the life' (walkerbelm)

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so... SteppenwolfMagic Entrance Not For EverybodyFor Madmen OnlySo I resurrected one of my avatars for a while over the winter celebrations... well not quite, just some of her attributes. I’d kind of laid her to rest a bit in 2005, letting her slip away quietly into a thousand healthier permutations before she became too much of a fixture. I was scared enough of her reality to know I didn’t want

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face your fearsor...2 scorpio men...

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I sometimes think I live only in the past and the future. In between I lie around in my room trying to keep warm and analyzing why the fuck I could be imagining head-sized tiger-striped tarantulas forcing their way out of men’s mouths.But before this, my first post, heads straight into ‘my fascinating life in my bedroom’ blog territory here’s…‘2005 ~ a Year in Books’ Part I So I’ll keep adding to

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I’m currently obsessed with the We are Scientists record, 'With Love and Squalor'. Cautiously avoided it when everyone else I know first started listening to it some time last year, now they’re all bored of it I’ve made it my own - mostly because it’s been the perfect lyrical soundtrack to a doomed demi-affair. It started at this fancy dress party (with the power of a good disguise) and seemed to

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