Writing Et Cetera

ON LISTENING TO THE CLASH

A lot of the music made in the U.K. in the late 1970s and early 1980s is more important to me today, looking back, than the friends I had then – David Treacher and Neil Saint and Martin Robinson and Zoe Thomas. I remember their names, and a good few stories (I sport more than a couple of scars from those days), but the names just don’t have much of an emotional pull now. The friendships petered out not long after I arrived in Canada; the music has stayed with me.

ONE EYE ON THE FUTURE

The potatoes have grown eyes. I was down in the cellar looking for them this afternoon, and it turned out they were also looking for me. Which is a mildly (very mildly) clever opening, I suppose. Trouble is, potato eyes don’t look like eyes; they look much more like tentacles, don’t they, or feelers...

THE SOFA AS ART

Teak Sofa

June 27, 2013. Humans are acquisitive creatures. Some faint glow at the base of our brain stem wants us to be forever storing up for the long winter ahead. It’s a survival instinct that makes the chest freezer salespeople pretty happy. But I’m pretty sure it’s some branch of that same instinct that has us storing up on socks and shirts and cars and smartphones.

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