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Jan.12.2012
“In 1935,” he said, “I used to sail to New York and back. Regular. I was a stoker and a damned fine one. The best that pieces of merde cruise line ever had. Shovel, eat, sleep and crap, that was all I did for the 4 days it took to cross the Atlantic.” “Very commendable.” He flicked a match against...
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Jan.11.2012
Emile was sitting outside the Cap Ferret tourist information office, dozing in the afternoon sun, happily unemployed. An ancient Citroen 2CV, an exercise in rust and bungee cords, backfired noisily along the quayside and slumped to an exhausted halt across the street from him. With a shriek of...
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Jan.05.2012
Colm Tóibín  1 Finish everything you start.  2 Get on with it. 3 Stay in your mental pyjamas all day. 4. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. 5 No alcohol, sex or drugs while you are working. 6 Work in the morning, a short break for lunch, work in the afternoon and then watch the six o'clock...
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Jan.01.2012
It was New Year’s morning, 2012. I awoke without a hangover for the fifth year in a row. I’m getting the hang of all this reality. I thought. I had yet to look out the window. Some sort of road works was going on, making a heck of a noise. Typical of the city to have some poor sod out working on...
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Dec.29.2011
The bikers have rented a self-contained flat in the upstairs part of a nice enough house on a nice enough street not far from Edgbaston cricket ground. Whoever lives downstairs is either dead, deaf, or terrified - quite possibly all three. In the interests of security, the Road Rats have nailed the...
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Dec.18.2011
I never had a train set, never had a bike, lived on a council estate and ran with a gang. I never went on holiday, went to a state school, son of a taxi driver, but no feeble-minded git, me – no, clever. Sharp. Ambitious. No dole factory pension illusion for me. Pop star me! As a teenager, I was...
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Dec.05.2011
“Great idea, Jon. I mean it’s not as if anyone’s going to Barbs tonight to see The Clash is it. They’ll all need something to do.” “No, come on. Fuck this. It’s us against the world, right?” “Apparently.” Dik mumbles, but then he gets a sudden devilish look on his face. “Jon’s right. Us against the...
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Dec.03.2011
The rehearsal is absolutely terrible, Nobody’s mind is on what they’re doing. We’re all time traveling forward to sharing a dressing room and then a stage with Joe Strummer and his pals. I forget the words and try to make up for it by playing chords that have no business being anywhere near a...
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Dec.01.2011
Birmingham, England - July 1978 “The Cla …. The Cla … The Cla…” “You’ve got the clap?” “What, again?” “No … The Cla ….” “You really should cut down on the fags.” “No stamina these keyboard players. What do you expect though? They just stand there all night.” “The fucking Clash!” “Congratulations. A...
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Nov.26.2011
Dodging The Razor I always said that losing my hair or (the rest of) my teeth were the only things that would make me give up trying to be a pop star. I’ve been more vain about my barnett in my time than a van full of Sassoons. Now that it’s had the affrontery to start greying at the temples, I...