| GAAHHH |
[Jul. 21st, 2008|07:32 pm] |
A New Labour minister was just on the television. Explaining that the reason there were 3 million unemployed under the Conservatives was because the Conversatives didn't make the unemployed do anything to prove their benefits (unlike the whole New Deal crap).
New Labour is basically saying "fuck you Thatcher, because we're more right wing than you could ever dream of."
Not enough expletives in the world. |
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| Not to boast |
[Jun. 30th, 2008|06:12 pm] |
But I had the realisation a couple of days ago that my life is great, that I'm having more fun and social frenzy than I've ever had and basically that I'm incredibly lucky and not noticing it enough. *hits self* Appreciate the joy, Laura! And the wonderful people you are dating and *evil grin* intend to date! I've cut out of my life all the people that spent their time controlling me or trying to make me feel guilty and I should never, ever, get tempted to lower my standards again to preserve Joy for pretty much ever. |
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| We Remember Your Childhood Well |
[May. 11th, 2007|11:15 pm] |
Nobody hurt you. Nobody turned off the light and argued
with somebody else all night. The bad man on the moors
was only a movie you saw. Nobody locked the door.
Your questions were answered fully. No. That didn't occur.
You couldn't sing anyway, cared less. The moment's a blur, a Film Fun
laughing itself to death in the coal fire. Anyone's guess.
Nobody forced you. You wanted to go that day. Begged. You chose
the dress. Here are the pictures, look at you. Look at us all,
smiling and waving, younger. The whole thing is inside your head.
What you recall are impressions; we have the facts. We called the tune.
The secret police of your childhood were older and wiser than you, bigger
than you. Call back the sound of their voices. Boom. Boom. Boom.
Nobody sent you away. That was an extra holiday, with people
you seemed to like. They were firm, there was nothing to fear.
There was none but yourself to blame if it ended in tears.
What does it matter now? No, no, nobody left the skidmarks of sin
on your soul and laid you wide open for Hell. You were loved.
Always. We did what was best. We remember your childhood well.
by Carol Ann Duffy |
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| Bye Bye Blair |
[May. 10th, 2007|12:25 pm] |
So, he's off on 27th June.
And it has to be done.
What was the good, and what was the bad about this era? What's your take on this man - impressive in so many ways and who has had more political success than any other Labour leader - and yet perhaps done less with it?
There's a lot I like about this country now, but a lot I hate. There's nothing I hoped for on that memorable night in 1997 when I was too young to vote, but stayed up as late as I could. There's not even what I hoped for when next time, I could vote, and I gave him more time. And that was the last time I voted Labour and now it doesn't even seem like the Labour I thought it was. |
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| literary allusions |
[Apr. 5th, 2007|05:05 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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I have a lot of books in my head; for those who are interested in the below I am leaving it open just for that, most will not be that interested in extracts and poems that are sticking with me. And for some reason I want to post this publicly.
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| a good poem about the clocks changing (though in the opposite direction!) |
[Mar. 25th, 2007|02:10 pm] |
Mean Time by
Carol Ann Duffy
The clocks slid back an hour
and stole light from my life
as I walked through the wrong part of town
mourning our love.
And, of course, unmendable rain
fell to the bleak streets
where I felt my heart gnaw
at all our mistakes.
If the darkening sky could lift
more than one hour from this day
there are words I would never have said
nor have heard you say.
But we will be dead, as we know,
beyond all light.
These are the shortened days.
and the endless nights. |
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| thoughts |
[Mar. 18th, 2007|10:02 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  confused | ] |
I don't like secrets. I would like to live in a world where everyone was completely honest. Okay, so there might be some tough moments as a result, but at least there would be communication. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 16th, 2007|04:24 pm] |
| You Are A Poplar Tree | 
People tend to look up to you, and it's a bit lonely at the top.
Inside, you are not always self confident, but you show great courage.
Mature and organized, you are reliable in any situation.
You tend to have an artistic or philosophical outlook on life.
You are very choosy in love and take partnership seriously. |
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[Mar. 5th, 2007|01:39 pm] |
The Wind in the Willows
Sang softly to me
Follow my voice
Wherever it leads
From mountains, to valleys
To deep rolling seas
Born on the wings of the breeze
Spin me a dream
Woven silver and gold
From sunshine and shadows
And days long ago
Where people are memories
And stories unfold
Willows
The tales you have told me
Wind in the Willows
You just seem to know
Who you can turn to
And which way to go
To unwind your wondrous mind
Wind in the Willows
Take me there
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| my book is here! |
[Feb. 19th, 2007|10:45 am] |
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Last summer in Ireland I heard a storyteller called Eddie Lenihan, who has spent several decades collecting oral stories (in the manner of the Brother Grimm) around Ireland about the Good Folk.
I finally found his book, which contains many of these stories, and which I have been desperate to get hold of, on Amazon and it arrived this morning. Happy Laura :) |
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| haiku |
[Jan. 1st, 2007|04:08 pm] |
I like this poem. It was going through my head during the long walk home yesterday, when I was all enclosed in a bubble of detachedness from the world and feeling blue.
I may live on until
I long for this time
In which I am so unhappy
And remember it fondly.
by Fujiwara No Kiyosuke.
It's interesting for all these reasons:
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| *buzzy* |
[Nov. 29th, 2006|09:09 pm] |
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Listening to Manic's The Holy Bible. I've forgotten how it feels to listen to it, touches me a lot. I remember buying it because a friend had put a couple of tracks on an audio tape for me, back in the days when we did that. I don't know her any more, we fell out. I remember another friend I haven't seen in years, when I put this on and it made her cry and I took it off again. I haven't heard it in years, how strange. I feel like I'm seven years ago, which is like a different era for a nearly 25 year old. |
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