i finished 'god jr' (actually i picked it up immediatelly and read it again).. beautiful.
i'm soo pleased i read it now rather than when it first came out.. as that would have been the wrong timing for me. what a wonderful suprise.. i loved the way he uses the nintendo game to look at exisistence and superficiality. well recommended.

i also (re)discovered last.fm which is a great way of not having to get up and change the cd! just type in an artists name and you're off on this little journey of discovery and memories.. brilliant

bbc comp
Here is my entry for the bbc world cup monologue cometition.
Comments greatfully recieived.

England vs Ecuador

I've walked through heat and an unknown area of the city to get here. Rushed and sweaty with lip licking anxiety I walk through the imposing gates. What was I in for? Exhilaration? Alarm? Pain? Can I dare hope for joy?

Hushed tones of expectation circulate the hall, crowded with an international turn-up. Mingling amongst the mass seems like a world smorgasboard. All shapes, creeds and costume happy to interact and reveal a little part of their lives on this planet.

South American Rosario with his flamboyant embroidered bolero holds banners seemingly made of street signs. He is quickly swallowed by the throng to be replaced by Louden and friends. Pink and plumped, perhaps the sun being too strong for these English roses.
The French man Lesage drapped in a bright tapestry of almost aborigine providence strangely reminds me of the Lascaux caves.

I greet Dellschau busy doodling what seems to be mechanical plans on his newspaper while his fellow American Derger and children, Disney and Goya turn up to laugh at the Parisian Nedjar and his homemade paper headdress that seems to have wilted in the heat. Undeterred Michel quickly makes some alterations to the mascot he has brought and moves on.

In the corner the German Sonnenstern is jumping for joy and accidentally exposes his buttock causing the Londoner Madge Gill with her troop of well dressed ladies to avert their eyes.

I bump into a solemn and medative man who introduces himself as pozo, he looks worried, I wish him all the best.. He is soon off and I never find out where he is from.

And here’s the accountant Wolfli twisting and turning through the crowd with rhythms of his own invention, paper trumpet held aloft. The man from Berne paps out three quick notes then briskly walks on, throwing a trumpet to me over his shoulder.

Craning my head to search for the kiwis McCahon and Brown I come up empty, instead I spot the Italian Braz wearing the skimpiest of outfits (with flare at the ready), talking to the South American Matta who is similarly immodestly dressed with an explosion of red yellow and blue emanating from his torso.

The english émigré Hipkiss pulls me over to see the awaiting grand panaroma. I can see ectasy as well as thoughtful deliberation and preperation. Words peel out. Learn, attack, power, strength. Oddly I spot a woman shuffling cards and dropping them. I hope that is no dreadful omen. My nightmare plagued night returns to me as does the sweat on my palms. Nervously I glance at my watch. It’s nearly time. Nearly time.

I break away from these old and new friends and on leaving the Whitechapel gallery I nip into the nearest pub. The 'White Hart'.
It’s the last day of the exhibition. I only hope it won't be Englands.

glorious
on my way to finally collecting an undelivered package i realised i'd forgotten to bring a book to read in the park.. i was sure the package was from a friend so i was hoping there'd be a letter of some kind
so i was suprised to find that it was an amazon delivery of cooper's 'god jr' and hell's 'godlike'.. yaay!!

i was suprised as i'd thought my late night drunken order a month ago hadn't got through as there was no confirmation email and nothing has been taken from my bank.. there is also a mp3 player in that order so fingers crossed..

lately i've been reading non-fiction so this will be a wonderful change.. half way through cooper already and it's brilliant.. quite different from the others so far.. an interesting angle on his usual obsessions

i love this bit 'According to this show i caught one time on TLC, people with low IQs fill in their blanks with an exaggerated warmth.'

new start
it has been a long time coming.. a seed that finally has enough nutrients to develop
recently a certain synchronicity has occurred.. a combination of my own tired delusions/mothers visit/online friends (i try to keep my neuroses from physical friends) and a personal hero to spark a new life
nothing for granted.. but i think it will work