Exit strategy
I got an email today. Have I got an
exit strategy? It asked that. If not, apparently, I needed to contact
the sender, because, man, those dudes are the exit
strategists. Exit strategists par excellence, without rival. So they
say. Anyway, I'm bit of an exit strategist myself. Dilapidations
obligations. Break clauses. Assignment, alienation, sub-letting. That
sort of thing.
Anyway, I decided to delete the email.
Before the temptation to reply: “yes,
mate, I think that door over there's favourite” became
irresistible.
A Tale for the Time Being
Just after I'd finished Transatlantic
(long but not short listed) they announced the short list. I'm
starting with A Tale for the Time Being. Normally I do a ten percent
test. Say a book's got 380 pages, I'll give it at least thirty eight
before abandoning it, or deciding to see it through. There's no
question with A Tale for the Time Being. After just a handful of
pages, it's absolutely crystal clear that I'm going to enjoy this.
Hannibal
Not just intricate plot, sub-plots, and
questionable drives and motives for the major characters, it is
(literally) dripping with blood and gore for the blood and
gore-fiends. There's large helpings of laconic dialogue and gallows
humour from the crime scene team. There's a charming and only
slightly creepy Lecter. In the last episode I watched, he extolled
the welfare standards of the meat he was serving his guests.
Nosing at the new neighbours
BLISS: [At the bedroom window] Shhh!
Don't be coming up here with your clodhopping size tens. You 'aint
exactly known for your subtlety...oh no...I think they've seen me.
Cream crackered, and it's only
Tuesday
That Monday morning feeling...
“How are you?”
“I feel like the Russian midfield.”
“Eh?”
“Shatoff, Pissedoff, and Hackedoff.”
...has extended into Tuesday. Tired
already, and only one day of the week crossed off the calendar.
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