Early February check in: Spark & Shelley & Bowie (and abject misery)

  Screw April; February is the real Cruelest Month   February heard me telling it to sod off. It's only the 10th, and it's already wiped the floor with my pasty arse. Hell, so far all of 2018 hates my guts. Yes, I said I wanted an exciting year. But my definition of "exciting" is …

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The Sunday Salon – August 14, 2011: Nervous Breakdown Edition

You'll have heard by now a sharp rap, followed by a series of dull thuds. The first was my chin hitting the table. The second, my head banging the wall.     Mere minutes ago I turned the last page of Julian Barnes' The Sense of an Ending,' a book so gorgeous I am sitting …

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