I write a lot; on computers (mostly that), in notebooks, on the backs of bank statements/receipts/any paper to hand which generally ends up being my birth certificate or similar. I also compose written things in my head, but they for whatever reason don't find a home in actual ink or the electronic equivalent of ink - which I think is quite sad - and these pieces just float around and eventually evaporate into the ether. Therefore, this is an attempt to capture those orphaned thoughts and jottings which never quite were, as well as to transcribe the scrawlings currently resident upon the Indian takeaway menu, and immortalise them for all to see, enjoy, and possibly interact with. (And maybe tell me off for my quasi-deliberate grammatical slips).
I also have some earlier writings which I will be transferring across, notably a travelogue of sorts from Costa Rica which needs a general tidy-up, plus some new germs of ideas (interesting fact of the day: germs are from Germany). Currently dancing the fandango around my head and therefore coming soon... Louise Explains: tube etiquette, dressing for a recession (or: partying like it's 1974), and how to be a tourist in one's own city (serialisation). The anticipation is killing me; I do hope it lasts.
Lou
Ps. a nice bitchy picture of the day to start off with, I think. Incidentally, if you turn your head upside-down, sh
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This is REALLY good, you should write more.
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