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Monthly Archives: May 2005
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is Cthulhu’s own concept album: a lyric mashup of Tori Amos and Raymond Tallis. Every line in this horror has been printed. There are people paid to take every line seriously. There is also the FWB, who made this song. Continue reading
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Greedy young hobbledehobbit
It turns out you can’t photocopy the bound volumes of the Times and TLS in the London Library. They’re too fragile. Typing is hard on a reading pulpit, but I copied out the last three paragraphs (about half) of Alfred … Continue reading Continue reading
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Unlikely imaginations clash
Two people wrote to the Guardian to complain that Alfred Duggan had never lived at Blenheim. Er. Hrmph. An error in transmission, as we used to say before email removed that alibi. However, poking around Google print revealed the unlikely … Continue reading Continue reading
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old fart baffled by new technology
When I lived in London, there were cassette stalls in the Portobello market which had bootlegs of all the interesting gigs in town. Where is the electronic equivalent for people who wanted to know what Cream sounded like last night? Continue reading
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almost tolerable powerpoint
Here is a very interesting slideshow, found through Ros Taylor on the Guardian’s election blog. I have posted about it before, when I took the survey, but this is a very lucid explanation of the Axis of UKIP, as they … Continue reading Continue reading
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The wheel of progress
You’d think that handwriting was easier to identify than typewriting. But when the latest Government memorandum on the war was leaked, it came hand-written, copied from a computerised original to make the leak harder to trace. Evidence that this was … Continue reading Continue reading
The curious authority of leaks
Claud Cockburn used to say that there are no real secrets. Anyone who spends a week reading all the available newspaers and talking to well-informed newspapers can figure out what the government is up to, and must be up to. … Continue reading Continue reading
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The bitterest man
in British politics today must be Ken Clarke. If he were leading the Conservatives, they’d very probably win ths election, and would certainly cripple Blair. Continue reading
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