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A Reading of Douglas Murray’s The Madness of Crowds
‘People had the odd gay kiss or more but went back to being straight’ or as Homer Simpson says of the double Lincoln penny, the one on the left enjoyed it, the one on the right was experimenting. In 1973 … Continue reading
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Tagged Alan, Bobby Pollock, Christo, Jan Morris, John Murch, Kate, lesbian, Mum, My lady, my man, Peggy, Sheila, Stewart Johnson, trannies
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Short Exegesis (of An instance from which telepathy can be proved,…)
Short Exegesis: a story in Dadaoism (An Anthology) starts without a title. In the contents it’s called Instance. The first sentence implies: a first person past narrative; that this is one of annual visits from far-off to another character called … Continue reading
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Tagged 'the book', Alan, alter ego, betrayal of trust, Betty, Chomu, consciousness, CORRESPONDENCE, Dadaoism: An Anthology, DNB, embezzlement, evil, Exegesis, Glasgow, Instance...., John Cairns, Kenneth Roy, Koestler Chair, man, peripatetic will, prescience, realisation, Richmond, Robert Trotter, Scottish Theatre, shock, spirit, telepathy, timestop, unconscious memory, unconscious will
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Iced Slices
John was going out for a paper. I offered to go with and get it on the card while shopping. He carried the bag back and was a prolonged time at the fridge putting something away. Behind his beer he’d … Continue reading
So Far So Good
“You fell asleep with my hand on your cock.” “Did I? Oh dear, that was impolite of me,” though his hand had gone motionless because he’d fallen asleep as I deduce first, so what’s a boy to do? He’d taken … Continue reading
Anger Management
John came back late and we went to bed late and we talked. I’m not saying it isn’t enjoyable at the time, being in his arms, but it was three before I could sleep. I couldn’t get back to sleep … Continue reading
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Tagged Alan, drugs, Duggie, heroin, John, Leslie, Matt., Mrs Patel
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Visit and Day Out
I was thinking of lunch when I saw Quentin approaching outside. He didn’t know I can’t let him in if he doesn’t buzz or to use the tradesman’s to let himself in at that time of the morning (if it … Continue reading
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Tagged Alan, Brick Lane, death, heroin, Jean, John, Kavin, Maggie, Maureen, Moslem, mussels, publisher, Quentin, science, Tom McGrath
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Yvann More
Sandie wasn’t in Marks. Her actions are contrary to her words unless one immediately suits her convenience and even then she changes her mind. I cashed in my voucher from Michele for a coffee from Alan, who’d given me his … Continue reading
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