Skagboys
I'm hitting the final few chapters.
There's been multiple deaths and plenty of violence. Begbie's inside.
Rents, Sick Boy and Keezbo are in rhab as an alternative to jail.
There has been a puppy rescue and a talked-down suicide, but that's
about all. Everyone's out of work in Thatcher's nightmare...
...why is this book so funny?
van Persie
We're told “It'll all be resolved
before he goes away to the European Championships with Holland”. It
isn't. Deafening silence. Another long summer looms.
I'm sure he'll wait and see who comes
and goes, then commit, or not. Jesus, we have a track record of
sandboxes for management heads.
Chilli-con-carne
Easy to get wrong. Fantastic version
served up by MM tonight. With perfect potatoes, sugar snaps and rice,
and with just the right amount of built-in kidney beans and
mushrooms. Veggie mince too, so less of that mouth-coating fat you
can get, and healthier. OK for BLISS and LtK, so we all ate the same
thing. I was ready as I walked in just after seven. Which was just as
well because I'd not eaten all day and was somewhere between dipping
blood-sugar-level and starting to hallucinate.
Multi-storey story
I pulled into the multi-storey car park
with about fifteen minutes to spare between meetings, thinking:
“thank god I didn't pull over for those phone calls, I'll run down
and get a sandwich”. Then I saw the structural engineer pulling
into a bay diagonally opposite. Then the clients (who have yet, in
eighteen months to arrive on time, yet alone early) pulled into the
bay next to mine. Windows down “all here early then!”, they said
“let's get started.”
Buses come in groups...
...as do those jobs where you sleepwalk
for a number of months, and there's acres and acres of fitted-out
office at the end of it, and, unfortunately, so do the jobs where
achieving progress is like shovelling vinegar uphill, with a fork. In
the residential field, there's a lot more vinegar-shovelling. The
non-commercial psyche seems much more prone to sticking points and
the molehill = mountain syndrome yet to be put up there with autism
and the like.
Yuck
Their album cheers me up. As (somehow)
does Irvine Welsh, and that's where we came in. (Google that, if
you're too young to remember continuous performance cinemas).
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