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Monthly Archives: July 2002
a woman who works for her money
has written with alarming grace about it here. Continue reading
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I could have been shot
or at least badly reviewed, for collapsing in hysterical laughter in my seat on a subway train when I read this in the New Yorker. Continue reading
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lunch at wired
where what was once achingly hip now just looks inconvenient. It’s housed in a converted warehouse tucked under a feeeway on 3rd street, abou a half mile walk from the subway. Up at the top is cool clean chic: MOMA, … Continue reading Continue reading
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Paulina
lives in a sunstruck bungalow that consists almost entirely of books, though there are a few walls scattered around for verisimilitude. At her desk is a monitor, a small dot-matrix printer, and a big flying saucer Microsoft ergonomic keyboard, same … Continue reading Continue reading
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money
Six weeks ago I lost the charger for a motorola mobile phone. I know exactly where it is: plugged into a wall at the hotel Zlatorog in Bohinj. What puzzles me is that I can get a replacement phone for … Continue reading Continue reading
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The dirtiest joke on the radio
may be this, or it may be realplayer’s licence agreement. So far as I can tell, it’s impossible to listen to the BBC at the moment without downloading RealPlayer One, which has the most obnoxious licence agreement I have ever … Continue reading Continue reading
a minder like a half-shaved slag heap
Felix took Anita and me to a wine bar on the edge of the Sandy Row Ghetto, which hadn Continue reading
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Taxi driver (Belfast edition)
Julie-Anne, Felix Continue reading
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A Belfast story
There are two sandwich bars a couple of hundred metres from each other near the junction of Botanic Avenue and Shaftesbury square. The one where Felix works does about a thousand pounds Continue reading
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disgusting
Stephen Byers has been caught with a woman not his not wife by the News of the World. Perhaps her name will be changed to Buffy: as Faith once said in a rather different context, she boinked the undead. So … Continue reading Continue reading
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