Listorama: Facebook status updates vol 5
looking for comrades to keep him warm
reversing. Beep beep!
will probably still be laughing tomorrow, after seeing Josie Long and Stewart Lee
probably like the lamb he’s just consumed, is lying down
troubled by the difficulties of efficient resource allocation in a market economy, is vowing to buy only one book tonight
thinkin’ ‘bout a revolution
wearing a tyre
woke up half an hour early, and is grumpy because of it
the loveable desi, according to that app. Eh?
really should go running more often. Or is that less?
appears to have completed his Christmas shopping
loving Common’s ‘Be’
wishes everyone a tremendous Chrimbletide
steeling himself to go shopping
still a bit woozy from giving blood yesterday. The run this morning didn’t help either
avoiding tasks, but finding words
drinking pink on the first day of the year
has that back to school feeling…
kwik-sotic. An unsayable word, according to some, eh Hol?
and a sore throat are friends once more
slightly concerned that sore throat has moved his friends, blocked nose and headache, in without asking
has just about got his new toy up and running
struggling with the flow of a prose poem
wondering where those bags came from
would like some unbroken sleep at some point, like, ever
slightly startled that he wandered round Borders for an hour last night, and only bought 1 book. I must be ill
using his iPod Touch to play with facebook. It feels a bit odd
cursing; weather, dampness, alarm clocks, everything really
a fact. And that’s a fact.
woke up, dreaming another poem into life
dreaming of a land that isn’t damp
thinks the novel is making him angsty
raising sand, with the help of Robert and Alison
: a man, a plan, a canal – Panama
still slightly stunned from meeting Gordon Ramsey at lunch
thinks back pain and lack of sleep are quite enough, thank you
on the way to Staffordshire. Looks damp out there
feeling The Feeling
but a ripple on the pond of time
wondering where the native British genius for creating and curating pop culture comes from
rueful after one of the more expensive nights of his life
a wee bit irritated that the wi-fi doesn’t stretch to the kitchen. Grrr.
tired of Gordon Smart’s sexist, inane prating
all eh? what? that? nooo…
thinks Robyn Hitchcock is a reasonably amusing chap
reckons the last day of the month has come around too fast, and is all ‘Whither January?’