"What is it, you think, that makes you a writer?" “Well, when I meet someone new, I examine them until I’ve found out what it is I hate about them.”
Category: The Diary
22nd Oct – Trying to make some sense of it all, but I can see it makes no sense at all.
He was working on the theory, he says, that women enjoy being shagged up the knicker leg, because it makes them feel dirty without actually having to commit to anything rude.
Oct 6th – Replace a replacable replacement with this.
as I reach the fence, I take a moment to reflect on the timeless appeal of the two-centre vacation - if you accidentally kill someone in one location, it doesn’t necessarily mean that the holiday’s a write off.
Sept 27th – Stinking of gin in double-back alley.
God did not work for six days then rest. It’s not as if She went back to work on Monday, is it? She didn’t come back to tweak Her flawed creation. No! She worked for six days, then stopped.
Sept 16th – Снова в СССР.
Different cultures have different sensibilities to porn stars. In America, they seem to be celebrated as successful entrepreneurs. Trump admitted that he paid one off so that she wouldn’t reveal their affair to anyone, and it doesn’t even make his Top 5 humiliations.
Sept 9th – A man and a woman had a little baby. Yes, they did. They had three in the family, that’s a magic number.
As is the way for the put upon, bullied and despised, rather than fight back, you come to accept accusations and implied assertions of dishonesty, as the right of the interrogator who has identified a weakness in a legitimate target.
27th July – waiting for the summer rain.
It was bad enough standing on the dockside waving away my contemporaries as the ship called fulfilment raised its anchor and chugged away towards the horizon, it’s quite another to be left standing on the runway as Elon Musk’s last batch of new pioneers leaves the abandoned earth to plunder another planet.
20th July – Everyone says how do you do, down on Jollity Farm.
Alpha males, and passive aggressive silence.
Jun 28th – So many things I would have done, but clouds got in the way.
Putin needs Trump as badly as Trump needs Putin.
June 17th – Nobody loves you when you’re down and out.
Not very long ago, in a manuscript for a novel, I wrote (of scientists, but meant by it boors stinking of self-rectitude) Wait ’til they realise that there wasn’t a Big Bang, and that our particular part of the cosmos looks like it’s expanding outwards, while the real explanation is that everything around it is going in the other direction. Like cancer on an ageing corpse. They won’t say sorry, though, – they’ll just say, “We’re even cleverer now.”







