Sunday, 26 September 2010
Saturday, 25 September 2010
'Down and Out in Paris and London'
By George Orwell.
I really like this book.
As old as it is, and is irrelevant the content of it seems, there is a real warmth to it, a light-hearted and almost laughable look at poverty and lower-class survival.
Orwell's ability to paint vivid images from his words really comes into it's own here, but in a totally different way to that of '1984'. He almost adopts a totally different style of writing, not just because it makes more sense in this alternate perspective, but because he is less telling a story, and more elaborating a recount.
Another look into a brilliant literary mind, if an unexpected one.
Monday, 20 September 2010
The Hill of the Crosses
Thursday, 16 September 2010
Monday, 6 September 2010
Sunday, 5 September 2010
Sunday Night Dog Fight
I don't know were this sprang from on a Sunday night, least of all why I felt it to be appropriate to put it on Twitter.
Maybe after the way things have panned out recently with my impressions of people I thought I knew changing, I feel like I need to justify my own pessimism at times.
Have a look.
Sometimes I feel like shouting out things I don't like about the people I care about, but then I realise I bite my tongue BECAUSE I care.
But then there is this fine line where I find it difficult to evaluate if I care enough to bite my tongue, or if I care too much not to.
At least I do it all with a smile on my face.