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Is it just me, or?
July 18, 2025 at 1:19 PM
Is it just me, or?
It's apocalyptic.
June 30, 2025 at 3:31 PM
It's apocalyptic.
We Need a War, Fischerspooner, 2005.
June 20, 2025 at 9:35 AM
We Need a War, Fischerspooner, 2005.
Back to the 50s with the New Statesman whining about the 'triumph of the screen'. What century is this? And who decides what is a 'literary' novel? Is this even a useful distinction?
March 27, 2025 at 7:31 PM
Back to the 50s with the New Statesman whining about the 'triumph of the screen'. What century is this? And who decides what is a 'literary' novel? Is this even a useful distinction?
Not now, earth's core.
February 10, 2025 at 7:21 PM
Not now, earth's core.
Sunday: 10 inches of snow on the driveway. Wednesday: 14 degrees; butterflies (950 feet up a hill in northeast Scotland). All completely normal.
January 16, 2025 at 7:52 AM
Sunday: 10 inches of snow on the driveway. Wednesday: 14 degrees; butterflies (950 feet up a hill in northeast Scotland). All completely normal.
Joy to the world etc.
January 4, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Joy to the world etc.
Baby adder, Assynt.
January 1, 2025 at 12:50 PM
Baby adder, Assynt.
The Herald decides that, rather than possible future victims of assault and stalking, it is Stokes himself who needs to be saved from him. 'Flawed'?
December 15, 2024 at 1:06 PM
The Herald decides that, rather than possible future victims of assault and stalking, it is Stokes himself who needs to be saved from him. 'Flawed'?
I miss the larch needles now they've fallen (and have indelibly bonded themselves to the car windscreen).
November 30, 2024 at 9:06 AM
I miss the larch needles now they've fallen (and have indelibly bonded themselves to the car windscreen).
Cup of tea on the bench? Perhaps not today.
November 20, 2024 at 12:49 PM
Cup of tea on the bench? Perhaps not today.
Still, this is a bit...de trop?
October 25, 2024 at 7:17 PM
Still, this is a bit...de trop?