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I watched The Hours last night which struck me as a bit obviously written by one of those guys who identify with women, but other than that a really interesting watch, and one which may just have me reaching for Mrs Dalloway again. Though I didn't like it much when I read it (I was far more impressed by The Waves and the extraordinary Between the Acts) I found myself wondering if it didn't have quite an effect on my life as a party-thrower... irritatingly, I think I gave my copy to the Oxfam Bookshop ... still, we see it often enough, I can get it back. I don't think I'll be reading The Hours* though. I think I might find it annoying. Odd thing though, I was *so sure* Virginia Woolf committed suicide in Paris by drowning herself in the Seine, had the strongest convinction of this fact, even a really distinct mental image that went with it (a sort of very blue post-Chagall symbolist/surrealist illo of Woolf floating downwards into the river, rocks spilling from the pockets of her cardigan, with Paris buildings visible above) and was sure of this despite the fact that grabbing rocks next to the Seine in Paris makes about as much sense as finding random rocks on the South Bank and that when Virginia Woolf was committing suicide, Paris was being bombed. Maybe I dreamt it. Maybe I drew it. Speaking of which ...

Where is Jeremy?I didn't have time to do a strip this week because I was on a course. I told Damian this, but he forgot, and when he came in, thought, where is Jeremy? Fortunately, I left him a message.

Other than that, I've had a bit of hard night (we had to play fruit salad and draw a life-map) so I'll just sum myself up in 5 lines, draw like
a cat
, and go to bed.

P.S. There's a Huge Owl loose in Belfast. Carrying off small deer, apparently.

Comments

cleanskies
27th Feb, 2003 02:42 (UTC)
Re: Hmm...
Yeah, me too. But I *also* wanted to be Toyah, and appreciated having the choice.
badasstronaut
27th Feb, 2003 02:55 (UTC)
Re: Hmm...
Ah, but David Bowie only turned into a scraggy old man, whereas Toyah turned into a tellytubbie. Mind you, I guess that makes her a lot more fun to cuddle.

What is it, though, about that thing with people fancying famous people? I certainly did the identifying thing occasionally [as I just mentioned] but I don't recall ever feeling inclined to idolise anyone like teenagers are supposed to. Perhaps I'm just narcissistic.
cleanskies
27th Feb, 2003 03:54 (UTC)
Re: Hmm...
Oh I did, for about five seconds when I was 11-ish. Sheena Easton. Wow.
badasstronaut
27th Feb, 2003 04:44 (UTC)
Re: Hmm...
Sheena Easton? My baby works from 9 to 5? I don't think I can picture her, rather some comedy spoof rip-off instead, involving a vaccuum cleaner.
cleanskies
27th Feb, 2003 06:13 (UTC)
Re: Hmm...
Um, yeah, er, her music, right. Not ringing any bells. (Googling) Nope, still not ringing any bells.

Oh well, she was cute.
sparkymark
28th Feb, 2003 07:01 (UTC)
Re: Hmm...
"Not The Nine O'Clock News" with Pamela Stephenson and Rowan Atkinson
http://britcom.hispeed.com/notnews/sounds/not5/mybaby.ram
andypop
28th Feb, 2003 07:59 (UTC)
Re: Hmm...
Poly Styrene & John Rotten, for me. Still like Poly.