I keep coming across acquaintances' blogs and reading two years of posts in one go. This has been making me feel furtive, prurient and dishonest. There's a name, isn't there, for people who hang around chatrooms and read but never post. Is it 'lurker'? It's a name for something loathesome, and I have begun to worry about it. Hence this blog. Although as of now I have nothing of moment to communicate. Apart from - I sat opposite that Kirk Brandon on the train the other day, and for a long time I thought he was Luke (or Matt) Goss. Sic transit gloria mundi, eh?
- A delicious recipe involving blood sausage and giant beans.
- Some thoughts on John Ashbery's 'Where Shall I Wander'
- Johnny Cash: ridiculous.
- Nostalgia: It's a young man's game.
Now, however, Lambeth is dark and terribly cold, but I must away across its marshy maze to the very terminus of death.