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Monthly Archives: August 2011
John, a New Man
John’s more compatible than the assailant, obviously, because I can get to sleep while he zaps television mutely, but he may have made an analogous ostensible mistake: the assailant unilaterally decided not to take up a hostel place; John unilaterally … Continue reading
Victim Support
John came to bed shortly after me and I came after him, still groaning as he pushed me off to go wash himself in the bathroom sink. He’d wanted up at eight but, when I got up at ten to, … Continue reading
Fools’ Paradise
Have I anything to blog? I’m largely involved with living with John who leaves late and comes back very late. He’s most equable with me, though, wanting black thread for two buttons that were loose and that he undid the … Continue reading
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Tagged addiction, alcohol, CORRESPONDENCE, heroin, John, prison, Yvann
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After a Hiatus
After a hiatus I went to the late-night library where I learnt from the publisher she’d been dropped by the layout designer who couldn’t be doing with vertical columns that didn’t move with the text and precluded Kindle. ‘What!’ was … Continue reading
Arresting Development
Yvann and I went a walk to the most natural part of Richmond, Ham Fields. We took paths off the towpath and made our way from a watercourse onto a bridge to Ham House but weren’t interested, finding ourselves in … Continue reading
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Tagged Adrian, John, prison, Quentin, Richmond, Rodger, Yvann
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Writers’ Group Meeting August
Steve, new member, was already waiting. He brought a reading about a physically disabled character who divested himself of any disguise socially. He was very good on everybody else’s writing too, including mine. Kevin for once arrived early enough to … Continue reading
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Tagged 'the book', Human Pages, Jacqui, John Elliott, Johnny, Kevin, man, publisher, Steve, Yvann
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Screwdriver
I’d lent two screwdrivers to Yvann. Leslie had helped him put up his curtains. Yvann gave me one screwdriver back. Leslie had taken the other one despite being told it was mine. I asked Leslie for it. He described my … Continue reading
Confrontations
The postman wasn’t sure; my name wasn’t on the envelope. Somebody I didn’t know was c/o John Riley. That annoyed. I didn’t open the letter. His letter to me came yesterday. I read the last page first. He was pushing … Continue reading
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Tagged cauliflower and ceese, Diana, holiday money, John, letter, marriage commitment, prison, red cabbage, Yvann
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Michel Wasn’t His Name
I found an envelope from somebody I didn’t know called Maria to do with Michel Dupont I’d last seen on St Margaret’s Road when I was taking a look at trees the council had felled. I hadn’t seen him for … Continue reading
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Tagged Abab, Adrian, Eddie Tombs, letter in Spanish, Maria, Michel Dupont, prostate cancer, Tenerife
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