sevenhelz

Literary Passage of the Moment
Roo sighed.
"Imagine a man is running along the street," he said.
"What?" Tracey pulled a face at him.
"Imagine a man running along the street."
"Um, okay."
"He's racing away, desperate to catch a bus that he sees is two hundred yards ahead of him, its indicator already flashing to pull out."
"Right."
"The man sprints towards it for all he's worth--arms waving, loose change flying out of his pockets."
"Yes."
"But while he's still a good hundred and fifty yards away, he stumbles over a small dog--a Yorkshire terrier, perhaps--that disinterestedly crosses his path. He falls. Spinning awkwardly onto the pavement in the cruel oasis created by other pedestrians leaping out of the way. Failure. Wasted effort. A jagged rip in the elbow of his jacket where it's hit the ground. Ahead, unknowing, the bus pulls away and he's missed it."
"Uh-huh."
"Now, instead of a man, imagine it's you, and instead of a bus it's 'The Point.'"
"Cheers for that. It's certainly cleared up a few worries I was having. Also, you're a twat."
--Mil Millington, from the novel "Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About"

have i ever told you about nick johnstone's blue notes?
he doesn't appear to have written for a while, but my current favourite article is here.
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oh! i love the liverpool playhouse!
billy liar will be on there soon - the final cast has just been announced :)
and how can you not love a place that puts on hedda gabler?
march, by the way. very good play. hope it's the subtler translation, everyone cross their fingers!
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Oh dear, and earlier today I came dangerously close to signing up as a "Guardian" of Adventure Quest - if you haven't seen it yet, don't bother. It's not worth the annoyance. xx

I think I had a mild gluteny problem after some chips earlier. I have just reminded myself to check where they were from. And not eat so many chips.
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