Quite a few peeps have emailed and messaged me directly about being unable to comment. I"m aware the comment fuction is wobbly and will probably get some renovation work done on it in the next few weeks, depending on cost. But I"m also looking at a site overhaul and don"t want to burn money on work which I then throw away in a month or so.
I have a shameful secret. Well, it's shameful to me. I go to restaurants and I order the same things over and over again. The chicken and pork ragu at Vine. The Roman carbonara at Enoteca. The lamb kebabs at The Lamb Shop. Seriously, I eat a lot of fucking lamb kebabs. Sometimes with chips.
The post below is an extract from The Seven Stages of Drinking Martinis, the anthology I collected over two years of writing Alien Side Boob. But specifically the non ranty, non political bits. Looking back, they're my favourites.
"Conan, what is best in life?"
To make the yellow light at the intersection with but a fraction of a second to spare, then to savour expressions of your enemies, the other, lesser drivers as they are bathed in the loathsome flash of the red light camera.
CBS has green lit the latest adaptation of the King's masterwork. A ten part, one-off series for its streaming service. The golden age of TV can't last, but it's got a few years left to run it seems.
One of the writer/producers, Josh Boone, tells a great story about coming to the work as a young boy.
So, I have a calendar entry for a phone hook up with Melbourne University Press on Feb 11 to discuss a book I was going to do with them, The City and the Tribe, a sort of Leviathan-like study of tribalism and modernity. I'm not sure that meeting is even going ahead now, since the entire board of MUP and the head publisher, Louise Adler, resigned today.
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