September 2010
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The Aesthetic Hypothesis? [Blog Update] →
So, picture the scene.
It is a cold & damp St Andrews night in the middle of Summer. I am entirely alone on the streets of a centuries old town & equally wrapped up in my own little world of simultaneous warmth & sadness, aware only of the dark & the time. My thoughts are momentarily broken as I have the overwhelming urge to rebel & walk down the middle of the road with my...
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I write like H. P. Lovecraft →
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On hearing a totally unfounded rumour
Friend: I thought "he's not right for her at all"
Friend: I thought "I bet he doesn't even know who Kenneth Branagh is
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It is 09:29, I have had about 5 hours of drunken sleep. I am still drunk. I am sober enough however to remember how utterly mortifying I was last night. I was having a chat about my love life with a lovely girl I met through a friend. She happened to know the person in question & had a very similar situation with his friend (whom I also know.) This in itself is fine, but for the first time...
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I am English. Tweedy. Pukka. Confident. Establishment. Self-assured. In charge....
– (via fuckyeahstephenfry)
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❒ TAKEN ❒ SINGLE ✔ Kenneth Branagh.
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