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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.


28th Feb, 2003 02:19 (UTC)
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I don't know if the salon stuff is better than the home kits, but the quantity of pain involved with home-waxing struck me as beyond masochistic thrills and into severe self-torture. Mind you, the kits I used *were* from The Body Shop, so possibly were intrinsically punitive...
28th Feb, 2003 02:25 (UTC)
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It's not at all the same when you do it to yourself. Perhaps we should set up a waxing table at the Bristol convention.
28th Feb, 2003 04:58 (UTC)
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... oh yeah, must suggest it to the guys who orgaise the alternative strand. Wax your favourite artist. Wax your least favourite arist. Could be popular. :p
28th Feb, 2003 08:02 (UTC)
Or you could just wax lyrical...
Honestly though, if one is willing to go to professional shops, etc. ... they do have laser treatments now. Burn the very root which buys one weeks or months I heard.
28th Feb, 2003 08:03 (UTC)
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Wax your least favourite arist

I bagsy Warren Ellis. eh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.
28th Feb, 2003 11:26 (UTC)
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Arf! What a splendid mental picture that conjures...Actually, speaking of bristols; Some of the Tv women had serious nipple hair issues, too. Like hair on the *chest*, how 'unfeminine' can you get?, etc.
2nd Mar, 2003 06:04 (UTC)
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Although isn't it funny how they'd probably thing furry kittens were cute, but they might well think a bald kitten was revolting?
28th Feb, 2003 08:00 (UTC)
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See what happens when you don't test on animals first? ;-p