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14 September 2008

Writing

  1. Head of the tiny pack

    On the death of David Foster Wallace.

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  • philgyford’s avatar

    Cocking, COCKING Thunderbird. Drag an attachment onto the Desktop and it replaces anything with the same name. Buggery buggery bugger.

  • philgyford’s avatar

    Carluccio's lunch of livers hitting the spot. Mmm.

  • philgyford’s avatar

    Wedding plans developing and, thankfully, greatly simplifying. I felt horribly like a child making lists of their "best friends".

  • philgyford’s avatar

    Later this morning I will wake up and won't believe tonight I saw someone karaoke to Crazy Frog or that David Foster Wallace hanged himself.

  • philgyford’s avatar

    Fuck. David Foster Wallace is dead. Bad way to end a good night. Ugh. Jesus.

  • philgyford’s avatar

    Walking home through Shoreditch, almost wishing I was young again.