Hackgate,as it has been quaintly named, continues to be the most enthralling story and more convoluted than any fiction. Watching the elder Murdoch squirm and remain vague when questioned was enervating. Strange how they diverted responsibility from themselves onto other people.
Aristotle once said that anyone outside law and relationships is either a beast or a god. In our contemporary life, Murdoch has been like a beast and a god: he could attack and destroy you, or he could give you great power and glory. He was outside of constraints and law, and like the story of The Wizard of Oz (or Aussie) he was the wicked witch of the West.
Wednesday, I took a trip to Canterbury and Faversham to do a couple of mystery shops. In Faversham picked up some pipe shag and lunched at the Wimpy restaurant. In Canterbury visited both Wetherspoon pubs, and purchased a book for 99p from Waterstones, with a voucher cut out of the Sunday Times.
Canterbury was busy with tourists and students. Young ladies were in gowns and mortar boards. Graduation day, possibly from the University of Kent, rather than the cathedral school opposite the Bat and Crown pub, the pub with the excellent jukebox, and Hopdaemon beers on tap.
I had a pint and a half of their Incubus beer (4.0 % ABV). I wondered to myself if they ever did a Succubus beer. All very H.P. Lovecraftian methinks.
At Wetherspoons i had a pint and a half of Sprighead Roaring Meg (5.5 % ABV) and a half of Brewsters Rutterskin (4.6 % ABV).
The books I bought are :
“Farewell To The East End” Jennifer North (Phoenix)
“Stuart, A Life Backwards” Alexander Masters (Fourth Estate)
“Never Let Me Go” Kazuo Ishiguro (Faber)
“Hideous Kinky” Esther Freud (Penguin)
The Masters book was one of the freebies given away on World Book Night way back in March.
I presume that record shop proprietor, Julian from Hove, is still reading my blog. I must pop into Fine Records whilst I am back in Brighton this weekend.
Tim is now on his twelfth day of abstinence from alcohol and I am beginning to admire his resolve. Unfortunately, I weakened yesterday but I do have the excuse of the fact I was doing a mystery shop involving alcohol.
Aristotle once said that anyone outside law and relationships is either a beast or a god. In our contemporary life, Murdoch has been like a beast and a god: he could attack and destroy you, or he could give you great power and glory. He was outside of constraints and law, and like the story of The Wizard of Oz (or Aussie) he was the wicked witch of the West.
Wednesday, I took a trip to Canterbury and Faversham to do a couple of mystery shops. In Faversham picked up some pipe shag and lunched at the Wimpy restaurant. In Canterbury visited both Wetherspoon pubs, and purchased a book for 99p from Waterstones, with a voucher cut out of the Sunday Times.
Canterbury was busy with tourists and students. Young ladies were in gowns and mortar boards. Graduation day, possibly from the University of Kent, rather than the cathedral school opposite the Bat and Crown pub, the pub with the excellent jukebox, and Hopdaemon beers on tap.
I had a pint and a half of their Incubus beer (4.0 % ABV). I wondered to myself if they ever did a Succubus beer. All very H.P. Lovecraftian methinks.
At Wetherspoons i had a pint and a half of Sprighead Roaring Meg (5.5 % ABV) and a half of Brewsters Rutterskin (4.6 % ABV).
The books I bought are :
“Farewell To The East End” Jennifer North (Phoenix)
“Stuart, A Life Backwards” Alexander Masters (Fourth Estate)
“Never Let Me Go” Kazuo Ishiguro (Faber)
“Hideous Kinky” Esther Freud (Penguin)
The Masters book was one of the freebies given away on World Book Night way back in March.
I presume that record shop proprietor, Julian from Hove, is still reading my blog. I must pop into Fine Records whilst I am back in Brighton this weekend.
Tim is now on his twelfth day of abstinence from alcohol and I am beginning to admire his resolve. Unfortunately, I weakened yesterday but I do have the excuse of the fact I was doing a mystery shop involving alcohol.