Beached As

Kiwis do talk funny. The top story on the NZ version of Sky News the other day was “Our most sook-cess-fuul olumpucks in sucksteen years, bro”. OK, I added the “bro” but the rest is true!

Thanks Bill

Orwell was a blogger

George Orwell’s diaries are being published in blog form, exactly 70 years after he wrote them.

The New York Times has a story about the project:

“I think he would have been a blogger,” said Jean Seaton, a professor at the University of Westminster in London who administers the Orwell writing prize and thought up the idea of the blog.

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“The diary isn’t Orwell at his most polemic; it is Orwell at his most steady, most observant,” Professor Seaton said.

Like any good political blogger, Orwell devoured the news, making clippings and looking for shifts in public and government opinion, Professor Seaton said. “He’s partly obsessed by the newspapers because of the start of the world war,” she said. “The diary is written against this almost traumatized understanding that there is going to have to be a second world war.”

Sydney

Sydney smells of cheap perfume and stale urine. Presumably the perfume is meant to mask the small of the piss.

At one end of Brisbane St there’s a man counting a huge wad of $100 notes. At the other end of Brisbane St there’s a man in a business suit sitting in the gutter, taking off his socks.

The footpaths in Sydney are made of used chewing-gum.

Hotel room v. nice, weather fine. Wish you were here.

:-)