The Importance of Being Earnest
Hi. It's Friday night and I'm taking advantage of a rare empty house...to read my last chapter out loud and start fiddling around with ideas for an introduction. I'm 24 years old...but strangely content.
This will probably only reach the people who I know from back home (which might be a somewhat presumptuous way of beginning a paragraph, as I don't know if any of them read this), but this reminded me of our long-lost acquaintance Paul Bennett. From the Nicky Wire-esque heading to the inclusion of Homage to Catalonia- we can presume it's on his sixth-form reading list, presumably Of Mice and Men didn't make the cut- this is the bookshelf of the kid who has It All Figured Out. I remember the angsty youth reading out Nietzsche's aphorisms from Beyond Good and Evil to an indifferent, or at best baffled, study centre in the days of Friday nights at the Castle Taverns and Ginger Brown gigs.
I will write a proper apology one day to attone myself for using this page as a pedestal from which to unfairly savage other literary blogging, but it will have to wait. For now, I'd like to imagine the discussion the kid has with his father at Sunday lunch:
Dad: You'll change one of these days son, everybody does. Don't worry, you have plenty of time to grow conservative. It's good for the young to experiment.
Son: DON'T FUCKING PATRONIZE ME!!!! (Storms off upstairs to listen to Pete Docherty's "band").
The End
J
This will probably only reach the people who I know from back home (which might be a somewhat presumptuous way of beginning a paragraph, as I don't know if any of them read this), but this reminded me of our long-lost acquaintance Paul Bennett. From the Nicky Wire-esque heading to the inclusion of Homage to Catalonia- we can presume it's on his sixth-form reading list, presumably Of Mice and Men didn't make the cut- this is the bookshelf of the kid who has It All Figured Out. I remember the angsty youth reading out Nietzsche's aphorisms from Beyond Good and Evil to an indifferent, or at best baffled, study centre in the days of Friday nights at the Castle Taverns and Ginger Brown gigs.
I will write a proper apology one day to attone myself for using this page as a pedestal from which to unfairly savage other literary blogging, but it will have to wait. For now, I'd like to imagine the discussion the kid has with his father at Sunday lunch:
Dad: You'll change one of these days son, everybody does. Don't worry, you have plenty of time to grow conservative. It's good for the young to experiment.
Son: DON'T FUCKING PATRONIZE ME!!!! (Storms off upstairs to listen to Pete Docherty's "band").
The End
J
posted by Joe at 2:09 PM
5 Comments:
oh God, reminders that people like that exist (and sometimes survive to the age of THIRTY) make my eyes hurt and my jaw clench.
Careful; too much of that and you'll go native. Or blind or something.
xxx
The real Taz?
yes of course - just 'cos you've not been paying me any attention, doesn't mean I don't still keep an eye on what you're up to...
big love, as ever - call me sometime.
although I appear to have two IDs, which could be confusing. I promise they're both me.
x
Yes, it was bloody confusing. I couldn't be sure who I was speaking to...I will call you. But I have dull reading to do tonight, Derrida, always already had enough...
An atrocious joke. Sorry.
Will e-mail you this very second.
Jx
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