Or yes, S, a timeshare. Would that it were possible. Even vaguely possible.
ANYTHING.
PLEAASSSSEEE.
Oh God. It's killing me. Really literally killing me.
Be still my ever-beating Withnail & I loving heart.
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- How strangers can change your life.
- And before I sign off for the evening.
- And in the news, while I'm there.
- Facebook status. Abgelenkt. A morning dialogue.
- So.
- Siamese spinach.
- Oh, and Oprah?
- Yesterday's favourite headline.
- microwave etiquette.
- The Awful German Language
- Pondering the known works of Theodore Geisel, and ...
- Mole.
- Design vs. Creation.
- Und jetzt
- Sweet.Balls.Of.Christ.
- Kindness on a Monday morning.
- We interrupt this blog for a bit of Proust-inspire...
- Proust on his deathbed, as photographed by Man Ray...
- Real life to fairy tale.
- Temperance. Even with the "Draw Cuter Things" camp...
- Things of great significance that I woke up thinki...
- Wind and the Willows, and Dear Old EH.
- This book.
- Fuck you Oprah.
- No electricity and no heat.
- My job at the big red building
- On self-publishing: an extensive discourse.
- Eloping to Africa, courtesy of Harpers Weekly
- Behold dear reader(s)
- Flying Car.
- found whilst googling fire escapes.
- Only in London.
- The Experiment.
- As quoted by Monsieur de Botton...
- My personal idea of hip living.
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1 comment:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/7840420.stm
...in case you're in need of more of a good cry
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