Listorama: Facebook status updates vol 14

BetaRish (is):

Invisible Cities. It’s been the theme of the week

will fall through the cracks today

last day of school!

Routine is so routine, dontcha think?

Heads. And maybe fingers and toes too

is preparing to emote

will have a mazzy day today

The Platonic ideal. Obviously

Congrats to Kelly and Simon, who are getting married later today

Drying out. In lots of senses

Thinking big thoughts hurts the head

will give you the extra life

Damnation comes in multi-octave runs

Enjoying the silence

Tings

is serendipity

is super satisfaction baby

is the definition of fussy

is the wolf at the door

Drying

ah the ol’ ‘thanks for keeping me awake party people’ feeling

Heavens, I have all that to do today?

Inspiration required for this space please

Reading innocently

can’t decide between Alice or the white rabbit

Hello couch, my old friend

is in Liverpool. It is raining

is the lamb and the knife

Raise it up

should really write more things down

is XX

has forgotten what the question is

dreamed last night of an endless cricket pitch and a match that unwound like a carnival to eternity

last night dreamed of ambition coursing off the top of hills

This time, I was in a snaking queue of culture fiends, which wound round the city like an elastic band, waiting to burst

I saw the Big Brother house silently dismantled piece by piece,a nd for the last few hours of their incarceration, people asked to contemplate an expanse of grass and sky

Put the blame on mame, boys

doesn’t have any way of measuring that

Signal to noise ratio here is pretty much making it unusable

Heavens! We really must stop meeting like this!

Fears it has all caught up with him

Has a viral infection, is drugged up and under orders to rest

Seeing the sun and not being able to play. Boo

Darling, it’s a life of surprises

Bear with me baby, I’m a little behind

is a social object

Starting over. Or again, as it should more correctly be

If my night was any guide, I really have to start writing this thing

is in a corner, with a bottle of wine, wondering who’s next

is dead set on destruction

All this I’ve done for you

might hold a wake for thelondonpaper today. Or he might not

Getting ready for Day 1 of Open House London. Hope to see you out and about

Heavens to Betsey. And possibly Murgatroyd too

This is the killing of a flash boy

thinking about monologies

Slow motion meltdown

wants to be part of a farrago of show-offs

is in the office

needs someone to detonate The Wake-Up Bomb

What did the insomniac say to the pussycat?

The answer is sleep

Thank God that month’s over

Rage, rage against the waking at night

Who needs Mafia Wars when we still have The Godfather?

Head of dust, and leaves and sand

Will you look at that?

is painting the silence

Dialogue. It works, sometimes



Futile (n): eight hours on the road, for a two-hour lunch. Hello in-laws

suggests that being in a manufactured pop band really can damage your health

Dance, dance, dance to the radio

is an oyster fisher

Behind the cue ball

Inappropriate ballads

is primary colours

Drowning in newsprint. This is a good thing

Loins. Girded. Nose. Blocked. Bring. It. On

Exchange/complete

There’s a black ghost on my trail

Hamster. Wheels. Happiness? Go

Come on! Answer the question!

Packing, foxes, words, squid and spring. Yes, I didn’t win that round of word association

will be at Wembley later. It’s any given Sunday after all

Just met a viola player who was miming behind Westlife on The X-Factor tonight. No rock ‘n’ roll goss, alas

Heavens Betsey, what happened to you?

Another day of purdah

‘The tension mounts. On with the tea dance!’ was the rather unsuccessful first draft Ice-T presented to the rest of Bodycount

The beast still needs feeding

Hello boxes, my old friends

Day 1 of packing is over

is now just one day away from growing up

now owns a third of a house. And is living in it too

can hear Big Ben from the bedroom

Methinks with this Live / News feed distinction, FB wants to drive me away

Is it possible to have a pre-DIY flashback? If so, I could be in it. My very own painting ‘Nam…

is writing this from the desk he spent all afternoon laboriously assembling

Walls do tumble down

Beast needs feeding, beast needs feeding