Last night when the election was called I felt sick in my stomach. I just want to get through the next three years, get my kids through University and into independence, then me and H can cut back and live in a shack somewhere. But three years I have to hang on to solvency. I tell myself, I may be a bit flaky but I am smart, and I can get through.
On a lighter note - What about that Alex Guttenplan then? I see I am not the only one who admires the boy - he's all over the newspapers.
I have been reading Ted Hughes on Coleridge. This text represents what I was trying to say about reviewing and art at that panel the other day.
Poems (can) never be explained. They are total symbols of psychic life. But they can be interpreted - a total symbol is above all a vessel for interpretations: the reader fills it and drinks... the only value of these remarks to some other reader may be - to prompt them to fill the vessel for themselves from their own sources.' (A choice of Coleridge's verse, Ted Hughes, p22, my stress)
Incidentally, you will be familiar with Laudanum: opium dissolved in brandy. People used to take a few drops in water? Coleridge was getting through four pints a week. 'And drunk the milk of paradise'.
Via Ben Goldacre's site, check out this Daily Mail article - Water makes you fat - Almost a parody of itself, and the subheadings are very telling: 'Women are to blame'; 'Filter out the enemy'. Their words reveal them.