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Thursday 22.1.04 | BOUT of surprising production continues - I managed to knock off five pieces of work yesterday, despite farting around on the internet throughout. I am very conscious of the fact that I am sitting on an academic pressure-cooker: ease off for just one moment, and the whole thing will go up the spout, but let's be cautiously optimistic and say that I'll be able to relax this weekend. This is good. Friday 23.1.04 Oh dear. Saturday 24.1.04 SOMETHING amazing, frightening, uplifting, disturbing, and, as you might have guessed, unusual happened to me last night. Sitting in Euston Square tube station at around 11.20pm, I was minding my own business, reading my book, waiting for my train to take me home. Suddenly, I realised that something wasn't quite right; I looked up to see if the roof was about to cave in, or whether someone had just thrown themselves on the track, or whether Allah himself had walked onto the platform, or what. But that wasn't it. The only person who noticed, it seemed to me, that something was different, was yours truly. For about 12 seconds, there was complete silence. There weren't any trains crashing through, no silly girls with their godawful clicky heels sauntering along the platform so they didn't have to walk as far to get to the exit at their destination, no pointless station announcements about how LUL was running a good service. Nothing. Pure silence. Most unnerving. And then my train came, I got on, and life became noisy again. 'The whole city has stopped. And ths is a pause worth savouring, because the world will soon be complicated again. There are remarkable things all the time, right in front of us, but our eyes have like (sic) the clouds and our lives are paler and poorer if we do not see them for what they are...if nobody speaks of remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?' -Jon McGregor, 'If nobody speaks of remarkable things.' Monday 26.1.04 IF, from now on, I refer to the mingorama, I will be referring to the flat in which I live. Charlie's just reheated an antediluvian cup of lesbian tea and drank it; I have just picked up a mug from my desk, and the coaster it was sitting on clung on and came with it. Only fell off when I had waved cup/coaster around for a good few minutes... Grim. :-) | ||
