9/15/2005
 
If you’re a regular reader you probably fall into one of two camps: sick of me banging on about the book, or bloody sick of me banging on about the book. Unfortunately this here blog is a web diary, a “wiary” if you will - and all that I’ve done to diarize about is um, writing.

I’ve had the week off. I’ve grown a beard. I’ve written until I have weird little aches along my back from sitting too much. I’ve barely left the house and when I do, it’s into a London I vaguely remember. I expect to bump into myself, the clean-shaven go-getter Drew talking to some friend on his mobile phone. My friends don’t call anymore, well at least not this week. They’re giving me a wide berth.

And how is it going?

I’ll tell you on Monday.
 

Yeah, yeah, email me

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sites what I write on:
londonist

sites what I wrote on:
über: I haven't been completely honest
somewhat.org: on the up

blogs:

christopher
elizabeth

boys:

tlc
homorobotic
sex, lies & videotape
diamond geezer
vivid blurry
raw youth
secret simon
learn swedish
the rob log
why god why
a beautiful revolution

girls:

dooce
afrochic
belle de jour
pound
jems web
lindsayism

pulse:

timmy ray
link bunnies
link machine go

fantastic blogs:

a light fantastic
a chair fantastic
a rug fantastic
a kitchen fantastic
a bed fantastic
a clock fantastic

tools:

life hacker
i hate work
hi-gloss film production



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