Half a percent

I got another book in the post today, but a less expected one this time. ( Read more... )

Last night I went out to Fast, mainly to see The Leg again. They had facepaint and masks this time, and I got a better look at the drumkit (there are more odd and improvised instruments on it than I'd realised) and the guitar (not just acoustic, but a nylon-stringed acoustic). Various people said they might or would turn up, but none of them did. I ended up waiting for an hour in the pub on my own reading an abandoned copy of An Introduction To English Morphology. I am now three chapters better informed, but probably only temporarily. Morpheme is a very good word.

Earlier I played games (Tsuko, Metro, Spank the Monkey (not what you probably think) and Munchkin Bites) with Lara, Seth, Duncan, Alex and Marianne. There was even food. On Thursday I went for a drink with my aunt and cousin and some of their friends, down at the pub which is no longer The Northern. As usual when Lorna's there, the conversation turned to prostitution, pornography, media representations of sexuality, and the like. Hours of fun for the whole family.

In the news, but overshadowed by more dramatic events, was Britain finally paying off the aid loans from WWII. I caught a snatch of The World At War during the week, with a collection of talking heads pontificating on the outcome, and who did really well overall, and who really badly. Britain did quite well, in spite of ending up more or less bankrupt.

Blixa Bargeld stole my cowboy boots.

NVA and Storr