That was quite the week. Amidst some heartbreaks, some farewells to dear friends returning home, and many, many, far far too many train journeys the theses were finally deposited at the University of Nottingham and now the PhD can be declared absolutely, irrevocably, determinedly and catastrophically over! What does that mean, though? It means... unemployment! Huzzah! Time to catch up on rest and reading!
Now, how to get back into the stream of unconscious writing of utter drivel? It's hard since the last stream was so long ago, and was interrupted by thesis events. Actually it was interrupted by a sudden attack of apathy surrounding thesis events, but that apathy is temporarily at bay. I've named it Dolores and wave a cabbage at it from time to time. Strangely Dolores Apathy doesn't like cabbage, which is sad.
Coming up in the next few days I hope to write about the movies 'Seven Percent Solution' and 'The Hunt For Red October'. In addition I would like to write about the National Theatre's production of 'The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time' and the novel 'Hopscotch' by Brian Garfield. That sounds like a lot, and it will have to fit around many other things, Dolores permitting.
Now, the question that arises is this: Why do monkeys play the blues? Well, I believe that the answer is due to the little known fact that blue marbles were named after the Blue Marble Monkey of East Canzu, which were well known for the peculiar games they played with the local peculiarly tinted hedgehogs. It's a shame that these have been extinct for more than a century and that no evidence is around to provenance their very existence. Oh, how wonderful it must have been to be on that voyage with Spinker and Knopper as they heard the delicate clack, clack, crunch of Blue Marble Monkey play.
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