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Wednesday 11.7.01 So. What do you think of the new space? I'm having a couple of teething problems (like my Wilfred Owen page, but in general I think it's a big improvement. And that bloody miner has finally bloody gone. Anyway, I would appreciate your feedback on any aspect of the change. I'm not quite sure what else I'm going to do to it yet, but you will be the first to know... Oh yeah, and in celebration of the new design, I've finally got round to getting something up about my holiday a few weeks ago, which you can find here. Thursday 12.7.01 'Issssdat Mark?' 'Ummm...yes...' 'IdophoneinterviewSelfridgesOK?' 'I'm sorry?' And so the conversation went. I applied a couple of weeks ago to be a bookseller in Selfridges and the result was yesterday's phone interview, which took place down my mobile phone while I was trying to iron a duvet cover. She asked me all sorts of weird questions, none of which I could really answer. 'Doyouknowwhassis Visssual Marketing?' 'Ummm.. Friday 13.7.01 Yes, yes, alright, the end of yesterday's entry was a little bit repulsive, and I apologise. I was in an incisive mood and besides, she deserved it. It wouldn't have got me anywhere (she had all the charisma of a meat salad, the sense of humour of some sort of flaccid fish), and I suppose I still have a minute chance of a job, which I would not have had if I'd explained about my nasal enigmas (not that I have any, you understand.) Anyway, moving on, interesting as that all is, will someone, anyone, please tell me why it's taken me 19 years to discover the wonderful, exquisite, sublime poetry of W. B. Yeats? Saturday 13.7.01 How fascinating that that Government have realised that the new A level system is a shambles. Now, I'm not one to indulge in Schadenfreude or be smug (alright, I'm lying there) or even I say told you so. But anyone who was around Mark when this new bollocks system was proposed will distinctly remember him saying that, at the time, it was, well, a pile of shite that wouldn't work. No-one listened then, and I doubt they are now, actually. And I am a bloody product of the 80s, Kath. I act most of the time like a combination of Margaret Thatcher and a deranged 10-year-old, and therefore can happily claim that I am a child of that golden era. My age doesn't come into it, not one bit. If that's not proof enough, I shall just have to annex/adopt the 80s instead (ie go and buy a pair of polyester trousers, a threat which I don't think anyone would want me to carry out...) Sunday 14.7.01 Well, it's been almost a week since the big re-vamp, and either you all love it *so* much that there is little I can do to make this place better, or it's so shite that everyone's stopped reading it. I'm not making any suggestions as to which, but either way, there has been an eerie silence in my inbox since Tuesday. Anyway, I am throwing various ideas like guestbooks (probably not a very good idea, on reflection) and stuff around, and, since I'm having another major edit session tomorrow (care of the UCL language centre), you will see the difference then, if I can be arsed to do any real editing. In the meantime, have a look at my much-updated and fast-expanding poetry bit. There's a lot of good stuff in there now, and more coming... Monday 15.7.01 Two things. Firstly, it really should be against British law (punishable by something suitably severe like deportation) to release shit versions of old classics. Specifically, I'm talking about Atomic Kitten (hereafter known as 'Nuclear Caterwaul') version of the old Bangles classic, 'Eternal Flame.' Bloody musical calamity, if you ask me. Secondly, and I appreciate that I am putting my proverbial balls on the proverbial line here, but I just want to say, that if Ann Widdecombe ever became leader of the Conservative party (which, let's face it, is about as likely as her becoming a prostitute,) I would be sorely tempted to vote blue. She's just....ultimately cool. Tuesday 16.7.01 ...Not, of course, that my balls are proverbial, but thanks anyway to all 6 of you who sent me emails asking the question. Anyway, I have more to say than articulate the existence of my testicles: the wonderful, brilliant, fantastic Max has found my long-lost people. My tribe. My race. My genesis. A site full of people who actually, in general, complain more than I do, about topics more banal that I could possibly imagine. And the best bit? Large parts are screamingly funny.Check it out. >>PS My apologies to anyone who had difficulty getting here on Tuesday. Don't know what happened, don't know how it was fixed, but everything seems to be working again.<< Back to archive Back to main page |
