Monthly Archives: March 2010

Bookies 1 Punters 0

Cheltenham was somewhat torrid today what with them waiting until the last race before allowing a favourite to win. That horse’s name did begin with a Q, however, which qualified it under one of my emergency backing ‘systems’ a system … Continue reading

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Cheltenham

The great joy of it all begins tomorrow as the nation skives off four glorious days of punting. Meanwhile here’s a picture of one that’s awkward to saddle and ‘has his own thoughts about the game,’ this being one of … Continue reading

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I am very tired

after an emotional weekend in S-o-T, but I am not quite tired enough not to have to say how irritating that BT ad family are becoming. As I lay on a cushion feeling wan this evening I found that I … Continue reading

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By request

I’ve got the feeling some strange energy is going through the ley-line of the blog:

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Leave your yens on the counter please

Tomorrow, after Stoke City have walloped the Villa, we celebrate the venerable birthday of Old Stokie at a Chinese restaurant in Newcastle-under-Lyme. A number 69 for me with egg-fried rice please. As I was saying to Ben the Hat only … Continue reading

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By popular demand: Jasper!

Testimonial, as supplied by ‘”Old” Stokie’ On Destruction: The count up to yet is my stair carpet (which was knackered anyway and needs replacing), a piece taken out of the hearth rug, my mobile phone charger which I stupidly left … Continue reading

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Julia Kristeva

Yesterday’s post reminded me of sitting in lecture rooms in the afternoons trying to decipher the thoughts of this Bulgarian-born French-based specialist in semiotics, Maoism and feminism: The following is from: Revolution in Poetic Language, New York, 1984 (originally published … Continue reading

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