Monday, 27 September 2010
Sunday, 26 September 2010
There's more to life than books you know
I have been reading lots of books. Not having a job for ages and ages has meant I have lots of free time and Christ knows my mind could do with some enriching beyond the itv website and writing hateful comment on Daily Mail online. For the last few weeks I have been temping for pennies in the outer reaches of east London and commuting for what seems like hours. I am surrounded by millions of books in my parent's house and currently live opposite a library so I don't really have an excuse. I do certainly give off an air of being far better read than I am so I should probably consider the fact that somebody might trip me up one day. Also, it's better than a lot of telly.
Here are my critiques of what I've been reading for what they are worth. Bear in mind I got level 8 in my English SATs in year 9. This is Very High Indeed. We shall forget the C at English Lit A-Level because a) I already had my place at Chelsea so I didn't study very hard and b) Who cares about The bloody Crucible anyway.
To Kill A Mockingbird: Amazing. It made me cry on the tube. Luckily the other passengers took no notice whatsoever. Reading a book that repeatedly uses word 'nigger' in a confined space made me a little uneasy in case somebody saw it and thought I was reading BNP literature or something. I had my 'this is a seminal work about racism and predjudice in the twentieth century and only the ignorant stupid characters use that word and Atticus says it's common and it won a Pulitzer prize and um, I'm definitely not racist.' speech all prepared just in case. Obviously I had no cause to use it.
Wuthering Heights: Beautifully written and terribly dramatic and powerful but every single character is more spiteful, hateful and nasty than the last.
Heart of Darkness: Not actually finished it yet but it is really good and pretty short so should be done in a day or too. Lots of pretty descriptions.
Three Men In A Boat: Funny as fuck. Made me ROFLMAO I wish Arron would read it as he would find it very amusing but he won't as it's more than 100 years old and he has very strict rules about these things.
Dracula: I can't put it down. I take the longer route home just so I get to read it on the tube. Being buried in a book also means you can pretend not to see the pregnant or elderly people standing up while you sit in those blue sticker seats. I might even go and read it in St John's churchyard which is where a lot of it takes place apparently. THAT'S how much I am enjoying it.
Kisses.
C
PS. I was obviously only joking about books being better than telly.
Here are my critiques of what I've been reading for what they are worth. Bear in mind I got level 8 in my English SATs in year 9. This is Very High Indeed. We shall forget the C at English Lit A-Level because a) I already had my place at Chelsea so I didn't study very hard and b) Who cares about The bloody Crucible anyway.
To Kill A Mockingbird: Amazing. It made me cry on the tube. Luckily the other passengers took no notice whatsoever. Reading a book that repeatedly uses word 'nigger' in a confined space made me a little uneasy in case somebody saw it and thought I was reading BNP literature or something. I had my 'this is a seminal work about racism and predjudice in the twentieth century and only the ignorant stupid characters use that word and Atticus says it's common and it won a Pulitzer prize and um, I'm definitely not racist.' speech all prepared just in case. Obviously I had no cause to use it.
Wuthering Heights: Beautifully written and terribly dramatic and powerful but every single character is more spiteful, hateful and nasty than the last.
Heart of Darkness: Not actually finished it yet but it is really good and pretty short so should be done in a day or too. Lots of pretty descriptions.
Three Men In A Boat: Funny as fuck. Made me ROFLMAO I wish Arron would read it as he would find it very amusing but he won't as it's more than 100 years old and he has very strict rules about these things.
Dracula: I can't put it down. I take the longer route home just so I get to read it on the tube. Being buried in a book also means you can pretend not to see the pregnant or elderly people standing up while you sit in those blue sticker seats. I might even go and read it in St John's churchyard which is where a lot of it takes place apparently. THAT'S how much I am enjoying it.
Kisses.
C
PS. I was obviously only joking about books being better than telly.
Sunday, 5 September 2010
Love Morrissey Hate Racism (or Hoisin Is Now)
Morrissey is clearly not a racist. Yes, he chose His words poorly (or indeed very carefully) and should have specified that the people who do this to animals are indeed subhuman but that the entire nation is not. China have an appalling record for animal cruelty and there are no current laws in place to protect animals, they are indisputably among the world's worst perpetrators and should be brought to account. Sir Paul McCartney agrees with him, although of course he can't be a racist; he's a National Treasure and has been to India and everything.
Sadly acts of brutality towards animals in many countries, ours included (also, see below post) are steeped in tradition and therefore considered sacrosanct, no matter how cruel or barbaric they may be. Apparently preserving a 'way of life' is more important than mass suffering. Morrissey tirelessly condemns these practices and for that he should be applauded.
Oh and if one more idiot in the press cites National Front Disco as an example of His racist leanings I shall scream. LISTEN TO THE FUCKING WORDS.
Let's all just sign this and not call him anymore nasty names.
Kisses
Clare
Thursday, 19 August 2010
Bitches got what they deserved.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/aug/19/bull-jumps-into-stands-spain
What do people expect will happen when they relentlessly torment, injure and exhaust a living creature that is not only significantly stronger than them but has massive horns? Sadly the bull will probably be destroyed as a result of this.
I hope the parents of that 10 year old kid in intensive care are fucking ashamed of themselves. She's the only one I feel sorry for out of the whole filthy lot of them.
What do people expect will happen when they relentlessly torment, injure and exhaust a living creature that is not only significantly stronger than them but has massive horns? Sadly the bull will probably be destroyed as a result of this.
I hope the parents of that 10 year old kid in intensive care are fucking ashamed of themselves. She's the only one I feel sorry for out of the whole filthy lot of them.
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
I wana do bad things with you
Why is everybody so fucking surprised that Sookie Stackhouse doesn't have a blood type? SHE CAN READ MINDS. That's not normal. In the meantime let's all focus on what it is important.
Saturday, 12 June 2010
1966 and all that
Now obviously I couldn't give a fuck about football or the World Cup or England winning it (not from a tedious anti-Nationalist stance or anything, just that I'm not interested) however I would like this video from last time round to get an airing. Unfortunately it appears you have to pay for the whole video. I won't be doing that so here's the trailer.
I will also stop posting youtube videos on here. It's getting boring.
Kisses
I will also stop posting youtube videos on here. It's getting boring.
Kisses
Monday, 7 June 2010
What Samuel Johnson said
I suppose I may as well continue writing this blog, even though strictly it was only meant as a means of staying in contact with all of you while far far away without having to write emails to everybody with the same information. I am far too lazy to change stuff and personalise things every time and it would have been a lot of cutting and pasting and somebody would have eventually noticed. I shall be doing this because a) I'm not sure how to remove it from the bookmarks bar of my laptop so I might as well and b) which is much more important, I have nothing better to do with my time. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. No job, no money and no hobbies to speak of bar drawing fiddly little pictures but all my art stuff was either left behind in NY in the hope of a quick return or packed up in one of those massive see-through plastic boxes in my parent's attic. I shall petition for it to be brought down asap, along with my scanner and might even manage to sort out some kind of website other than this one which as you can see is awfully amateur and hasn't been updated in about a year.
Freeze this video about 8 seconds in and those of who who remember the Very Exciting Thing that happened in Hackney Wick last year and/or frequented our endz will know that that is the outside of Unit B1. That time that they crashed a spaceship into the drainpipe and our house became a drinking den for reckless mercenaries from outer space. Or something.
It would also be remiss of me in the circumstances not to add this.
Embedding on the real one has been disabled but this is much better.
Kisses
Freeze this video about 8 seconds in and those of who who remember the Very Exciting Thing that happened in Hackney Wick last year and/or frequented our endz will know that that is the outside of Unit B1. That time that they crashed a spaceship into the drainpipe and our house became a drinking den for reckless mercenaries from outer space. Or something.
It would also be remiss of me in the circumstances not to add this.
Embedding on the real one has been disabled but this is much better.
Kisses
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