Against my better judgment I feel certain that somewhere very near here—the first house down the road, maybe—there’s a good poet dying, but also somewhere very near here somebody’s having a hilarious pint of pus taken from her lovely young body, and I can’t be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight.
– Franny & Zooey J.D. Muthafucking Genius Salinger.If you haven’t read this you are genuinely a terrible human being. (via cocobyname) Via Brown Around Town
I think this is a question most BBC watching women have asked themselves:
Is Martin Freeman actually, objectively, good looking? Because he makes my sound body/mind believe that he is. He IS wonderfully symmetrical, but he has a bulbousy nose and flappy pasty skin. Is this a case of such runaway charm that looks be damned and we all still wanna do him? Like, hard?
Douglas and I, as the first two owners of Apple Macs in Europe, played for years (before the internet would have made it easier) like kids with train sets, swapping software and routines and programmes. No colour, no hard disks for some years: but damn it was fun.
Downstairs lurked Sue Freestone, DNA’s publisher, wishing that I would go away so that Douglas would get on with his latest novel. As a way of getting rid of me she offered me an advance for a book of my own.
So I went off and wrote one.
When I came back Douglas was no further forward with his. As is well known, he HATED writing.
He was a huge man: when he was in a house it rattled and you always knew he was there. He did the same to the earth. It doesn’t rattle any more now that he’s gone.
(Source: asitecalledfred.com)
Via Fuck Yeah Stephen Fry
