The Liberation of the Loafer
Awoken by immense crashing and drilling at 8am immediately outside my bedroom window in the Twitten. Not to mention violent cursing during some sort of argument. It was the workmen come to dig everything up to replace leaking water mains.
Reflected that there might have a better day to attempt a lie in. After scowling past the workmen and buying bread and other bits of shopping, and collecting a package from the post office, I returned to have an utterly idle day.
When I was a student I was once on the University radio station (as dinosaurs savaged each other's heads outside) to broadcast a manifesto, called The Liberation of the Loafer. The only thing I remember from it how the protagonist, mid idling, watched a fly traverse the difficult terrain of his corduroy trousers. Probably best left in the dustbin of history.
Snoozed later (the workmen evaporating at 1.00pm curse them). And did lots of talking to the delightful Sarah by IM. And revelled in doing nothing. Two CDs arrived today: the Guillemots From the Cliffs, and the other by a someone called John Vanderslice called Pixel Revolt. Both very enjoyable in a murmury sort of way.
Awoken by immense crashing and drilling at 8am immediately outside my bedroom window in the Twitten. Not to mention violent cursing during some sort of argument. It was the workmen come to dig everything up to replace leaking water mains.
Reflected that there might have a better day to attempt a lie in. After scowling past the workmen and buying bread and other bits of shopping, and collecting a package from the post office, I returned to have an utterly idle day.
When I was a student I was once on the University radio station (as dinosaurs savaged each other's heads outside) to broadcast a manifesto, called The Liberation of the Loafer. The only thing I remember from it how the protagonist, mid idling, watched a fly traverse the difficult terrain of his corduroy trousers. Probably best left in the dustbin of history.
Snoozed later (the workmen evaporating at 1.00pm curse them). And did lots of talking to the delightful Sarah by IM. And revelled in doing nothing. Two CDs arrived today: the Guillemots From the Cliffs, and the other by a someone called John Vanderslice called Pixel Revolt. Both very enjoyable in a murmury sort of way.
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