Thursday, 16th of September, 2010, 16:00.
Our flight in yesterday was more or less fine, but the landing in Marrakech v. heavy and the hop to Agadir rocky. The queue at immigration was stubby, the visitors formed a square behind 5 or 7 open booths. All names were recorded by hand. This was the first clue [...]
I just got back from a short run. It was hard. Please check this out for the details of last week.
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I am thoroughly enjoying Welsh’s Trainspotting. He wrote it, I am led to believe, here in Amsterdam. Distance lends enhancement, so sang Jonathan Fucking Pryce, in Evita, the dos cunt. [...]
Wednesday the 16th, I think, 2010, 14:0?, Schiphol.
I woke up today thinking, ‘I can’t wait to sleep in Morocco’. So, here we are then, on the road again, getting ready to create a slither of separation anxiety between us and Amsterdam in the hope that we’ll appreciate her again. That and some sun [...]
I think that Boy is a lesson in economic writing. It’s certainly a challenge for the writer to try and say as much as they can in as little words as possible. Dahl, in a few pages, is able to paint a picture of his father. In a few chapters, to remind [...]
About ten or twelve weeks ago, I was sick. It was what my mum would call a baddy. I got a sickly feeling, muscle pain, and soreness through my testicles – I hate the testicle ache. I thought, hurry up then, but there is no rushing these viruses and it took a [...]
