Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Friday, July 25, 2014
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Eva Jackson: 0081
Meeting a public intellectual
In 2000 it was the festival of writers, who came from everywhere. On the first night a diminutive public intellectual who was local, hosted the panel. He gently questioned the beautiful writer and the other one. I had read his columns frequently, and was 14 and very excited to see this. After the panel was over, people filed out. He was enthusiastically shaking the hands of people leaving who hopped onto the stage to talk to him. So I did too. I told him very fast how much I liked his columns. A little way into my rapid-fire devotional, he began to turn red and bellowing about how I was attacking him. He was still on a high after the event and shiny-cheeked. I began to cry slightly on the stage in the now empty auditorium. Though he was short he stooped and looked shocked. He said as gabblingly as I had spoken, that he was sorry.
When I saw him at a cramped book launch last year, I thought about raising it. He stood in the corner and grinned in a polo neck but I decided against it. Sometimes people just need their privacy.
In 2000 it was the festival of writers, who came from everywhere. On the first night a diminutive public intellectual who was local, hosted the panel. He gently questioned the beautiful writer and the other one. I had read his columns frequently, and was 14 and very excited to see this. After the panel was over, people filed out. He was enthusiastically shaking the hands of people leaving who hopped onto the stage to talk to him. So I did too. I told him very fast how much I liked his columns. A little way into my rapid-fire devotional, he began to turn red and bellowing about how I was attacking him. He was still on a high after the event and shiny-cheeked. I began to cry slightly on the stage in the now empty auditorium. Though he was short he stooped and looked shocked. He said as gabblingly as I had spoken, that he was sorry.
When I saw him at a cramped book launch last year, I thought about raising it. He stood in the corner and grinned in a polo neck but I decided against it. Sometimes people just need their privacy.
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Victoria Williams: 0259
What colour is this? (she could only see in black and white during the fits – a symptom that her doctors attributed partly to her work in a photographic development laboratory).
Friday, July 18, 2014
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Victoria Williams: 0258
She said which of us do you think will still have a career in ten years time? To which I say, who will have a boyfriend in ten years time?
Friday, July 11, 2014
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Eva Jackson: 0079
Either Morrissey has developed a lisp in his Years of Refusal
Or there is something wrong with my speakers
Or there is something wrong with my speakers
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Episode 211 of The Wrong Rock Show
Friday, July 4, 2014
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Victoria Williams: 0256
Can already tell that nothing is going to cheer her up tonight. The best thing is to get drunk as quickly as possible. To get her to take her pills, and she’ll doze on the restaurant table while we eat.
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