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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.

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cleanskies
28th Feb, 2003 02:26 (UTC)
Re: Neat!
I've not seen the film, but just like the Thames, lots of people commit suicide in the Seine. I think the problem might actually be that my knowledge of Virginia Woolf dates back to life before google, when I couldn't just type in river suicide woolf and have it tell me which bloody river, where, when and why. There used to be more speculation then, and in the absence of facts, I make up stories.

Yeah. Springboard into Youth Work. God help me.
applez
28th Feb, 2003 08:06 (UTC)
Re: Neat!
Springboard into Youth Work?

Is that kind of like grabbing children and dropping them from a great height to see if they make the bouncy board before the pool?

The wail of tears? ;-p

Sorry, I'm in an odd mood this morning - kind of happy now that my mom is on her way back to Prague. It is a terrible thing to say, but it's true. I won't diverge into that thread though. :-)

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