Sinister: Oh no! We forgot granddad!

[robin stout]

I was never a spy in Baghdad; I never had dinner with The Dictator and his 
charming family, or washed my nervous hands in his bathroom. I never grew up 
under a Stalinist regime; never worried about arrest when I spoke my mind, 
never crumbled in the cellar as the bombs fell. I left my seat at the 
meeting of the New World Order empty; I never chose which nations would 
stand and which would fall, never dinted my compass on the map of history.

In a world full of cats in boxes I won't even pretend to know what it's all 
about. Other people can tell you that if they want to. They seem to know.

Instead, my advice for positive action now the war has begun is this: Find 
someone, call someone, hug someone, tell them you love them. Do that. Be 
good to someone. Be understanding and sympathetic. Let people know that the 
world isn't all hate and anger. Pretending to die in Jack Straw's garden 
won't do anyone any good. Sharing a biscuit with a someone on your lunch 
break will.

++

Miller spoke about "up the bum" sex:

<< Another thing that makes me wonder about the sweetness of pain is moving 
house. I am moving house to Cambridge. It never fails to amaze me how 
difficult moving house actually is. I remember thinking that walking along a 
couple of streets with a suitcase full of Penguin Classics was difficult. >>

I spent the weekend helping my granddad move house. It was great fun. Me and 
me dad got to drive around in a big van and wear blue overalls and eat pie 
and chips. But Miller's right about how difficult moving house is. Over the 
years, my granddad seems to have become sentimentally attached to huge 
pieces of wood and sheets of corrugated iron, which he seems to think he 
might need in case he has to build a shed one day. It's always good to have 
these things just in case, apparently. Put them at the back of the van next 
to the bedside cabinet, would you?

I tried to move a suitcase full of Penguin Classics once. Those expensive 
chocolate bars really are heavy. I remember thinking I should have filled it 
up with Sports Biscuits instead.

++

Did Ken's Dream win, Carsmile? I wasn't paying attention, I'm afraid. If it 
lived up to it's name, it probably just jumped about like a big pair of 
bouncing boobs.

I'm off,

Robin x



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