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mad dogs and englishmen
Saturday, 12 February 2005 10:40 pmI have wimped out on the live music. While being firmly convinced of the need to support surf rock and other rock variants, I have a horrible headache, which I attribute squarely to the unbelievable heat today. A walk in Newlands Forest with Vi this evening helped a little (and also helped alleviate the post-Finland painful posterior, rendered acute by an afternoon's lounging on the sofa reading The Mitford Girls), but not enough. Gin and tonic also apparently insufficient. Shall take two painkillers and go to bed. Sigh.
Very pleasant supper with Mike & Nikki last night, exerting self to testify that blind panic, work avoidance, self-doubt, self-loathing and rampant perfectionism are perfectly usual accompaniments to postgrad thesis-writing. Very pleasant impromptu braai this evening with The Usual Suspects, organised at the usual last-minute by the Evil Landlord (and, see, I can too mention him in an lj post). As usual, have ended up with more meat than we started with. What's with that? Too weird. N&K have a bizarrely well-behaved baby. Much more of this, and my implacable sprog-resentment will have no recourse but to wane. Darn.
Work done today: nil, other than a vague sense (having just finished The Borribles) that out there is a journal article on contemporary fantasy London (Borribles, Neverwhere, King Rat), with my name on it. To this end, have borrowed King Rat (China Mieville). Watch this space.
Very pleasant supper with Mike & Nikki last night, exerting self to testify that blind panic, work avoidance, self-doubt, self-loathing and rampant perfectionism are perfectly usual accompaniments to postgrad thesis-writing. Very pleasant impromptu braai this evening with The Usual Suspects, organised at the usual last-minute by the Evil Landlord (and, see, I can too mention him in an lj post). As usual, have ended up with more meat than we started with. What's with that? Too weird. N&K have a bizarrely well-behaved baby. Much more of this, and my implacable sprog-resentment will have no recourse but to wane. Darn.
Work done today: nil, other than a vague sense (having just finished The Borribles) that out there is a journal article on contemporary fantasy London (Borribles, Neverwhere, King Rat), with my name on it. To this end, have borrowed King Rat (China Mieville). Watch this space.
