Tag Archive: will self

View Over The Top Of My Book #19

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It’s the last week of the school tattie holidays, the two weeks off in October this part of the country has in order for children (of days gone by, these days the only… Continue reading

Love your liver!

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Livers are super-important. And, as much as I love my heart, and I think my skin does a bang-up job of keeping my insides on the inside, when it comes to organs, my… Continue reading

View over the top of my book #7

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I love large, echoing train stations, especially as where I currently live, we don’t even have a train line, so they are a novelty. I took this picture this weekend while waiting at… Continue reading

‘Still, I like Rollercoasters – Don’t You?’

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As we wanted to mark his birthday with some ‘Self’-esteem, I’ve been reading Will Self’s ‘Walking To Hollywood’. The similarity to W.G. Sebald (whose work Self has written about), struck me immediately. As… Continue reading

It’s Will Self’s birthday! And unlike the other writers whose birthdays we celebrate on here, he’s alive to enjoy it.

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In the books about writing, we are often told to use lots of paragraphs, as a thick block of text is unappealing to the reader. We are also told that we shouldn’t write… Continue reading

Show Some Self-Respect: Happy birthday Will!

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Today is Will Self’s birthday – Happy birthday Will! In celebration of this special day I’ve knitted a little Will Self wearing a Barbour jacket like the one he wore in ‘Walking To… Continue reading

Like Jacob Marley’s chain, but with fat women

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‘How the Dead Live’ is my favourite will Self novel. Not just as it is one of the easier ones to read, as although I really loved ‘Umbrella’ and ‘Shark’, they are like… Continue reading

View over the top of a book #1

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No one tell my boss, but I took this on Friday afternoon between leaving my desk and going to a training course, for which I had possibly allowed myself a little more travel… Continue reading

Eh? So…Wait…Ohh. I Get It. I Think.

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  ‘Umbrella’ is a properly hard book. I don’t mind admitting, especially when tired, I would finish a page and think, ‘Eh?’ And that won’t do, there’s no point in just following text… Continue reading