June 2010
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03JUN10
There’s a fine hairline between a beach bum and a sheepdog so a sprucing was a fine choice. There’s a little place next door to my work in Chiswick that shapes the curliest perm (fit for a 70s footballer) – which turns out dresses the hair of two times ballon d’or winner Kevin Keegan. Although, I still can’t work out why I’ve still got two left feet. It’s hard to put a name on my job title so...
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02JUN10
The pavements are lined with buttoned down shirts that are blissfully plugged into today’s summery soundtrack, blocking out the nagging voices of Apple’s sweatshop children. For each step is monitored, as not to take over or fall behind in the queue to the nearest cattle train. I suppose, we’re all entitled to a bit of me time – as long as we just don’t know.
One old man, however, roasts under...
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01JUN10
So here the monthly travel begins and yet procrastination is not my destination. For my intramural endeavors are pinned on my corkboard. A board that demonstrates the coalition of sanity and obsessive-compulsive disorder – what an exciting time we live in. The pins represent the coherent sparks of my keen eye whereas the cards are my business plan. You know, with string, photos, newspaper...