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Over and over and over…

Is it Groundhog Month or something?
Every day I pick up one or more of the free London papers, and every single day I see some detail or other about how Diana died, and oh look Amy Winehouse popped to the shops at 1am for lollies, and Lily Allen likes going out more than doing any [...]

Dear Santa…

…I have been extremely good this year.
How’s about a hamper?
Thanks,
–c.

You’re doing what?

Best Facebook status update I’ve seen yet:
“Indigo Down is eating Kinder. He also realizes that this sounds sinister in German.”
It does, too.
–c.

The Valli of the Shadow of Death

This is pretty fucked up, right here.
–c.

Speechless

“Idol”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDjugTqeFp8

Inspired, horrifying, entrancing, brutal, wonderful, and sick in equal measure.
–c.

The Underpeople

“What shall I tell you about the people who inhabited the caves below the Lido? Their eyes were huge and unseeing. They had an ingenious method for hunting bats. It goes like this: you wait until you can hear wings snickering in the air around you. You pluck a stone from the floor of the [...]

“Three Turks manned the tills. Their leader, Gedik, was also monocular.”

To compensate for the titanic post of tedium most delirious wot I wrought yesterday, I bring you today Thirty Thousand Streets.
Oddly poignant and eminently readable short stories based on one young man’s experiences of moving to London. Only two instalments at this time, but as Shaw Taylor would have advised, keep ‘em peeled for more.
(Via [...]