
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
The Apex of Boredom

Friday, 17 February 2012
Confessions of a Sales Assistant
You know it's going to be a long day when the most interesting thing that has happened thus far is receiving a text message from an unknown phone number that has obviously been sent to the wrong person, that is to say, me. Unless I know a "Hayden", which I don't, and she likes to refer to me as "Brit", which I'd highly doubt even if we were acquainted, then I think the likelihood is that I am not the intended recipient; and that's fine, I didn't want to go to the "prom" tonight anyway. Perhaps that isn't the most interesting thing that has happened today. After all, I have been removing promotional stickers from diaries for the past hour only to replace them with exactly the same stickers except in a slightly different hue... You may think I'm being facetious, if so well done, but, as I've come to learn in the retail business, even the most repetitive of menial tasks is infinitely more preferable than having nothing to do. Having said that, thank god it's lunch time.
Sunday, 12 February 2012
Coffee 101: An Epiphany

Friday, 10 February 2012
Music Wot I Like: Brian Eno - Another Green World

Thursday, 9 February 2012
The Adventures of Tilly: An Atypical But Not So Unexpected Morning

Wednesday, 8 February 2012
On Camus, Indifference and Truth
Over the last couple of days, I finally found the time to leaf rather lazily through a copy of Albert Camus' The Outsider (1942), which has been waiting patiently on my bookshelf for the past six months or so. When I say that I "found the time" what I really mean, and what I suspect most people mean by this particular phrase, is that I finally mustered the effort required to commit myself to something outside of my everyday routine. And yet even so, The Outsider hardly battles to keep the reader's interest. Rather, it gently ebbs and flows with the same stark indifference displayed by its seemingly dispassionate protagonist. As a result, I found my thoughts occasionally drifting away from those of Meursault before casually picking up where I had left off half a page later; none the wiser to his predicament during my impromptu interval and none too concerned either. Whilst this may seem like a damning indictment of one of the twentieth century's most celebrated philosophical novels, perhaps I am giving you the wrong impression?
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
A Magnificent Birth
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Meet Tilly (left) and Mona (right) |
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