“Sarkozy reportedly once told Gordon Brown: ‘I shouldn’t like you. You’re boring, you’re Scottish, you don’t like women and wine - but I love you, Gordon.’
‘Not, though,’ he hastily added, ‘in a sexual way’.”—The BBC’s Nick Robinson, reporting a slightly alarming conversation in his blog.
“The process of writing has something infinite about it. Even though it is interrupted each night, it is one single notation.”—Elias Canetti [Though I would also add: if only it were just interrupted by night. The interruption of a day is far more tedious and annoying.]
Considering all that happened in the UK during the election and its long aftermath, satire about the events was noticeably thin on the ground - probably something to do with the annoying and extremely tedious rules about remaining politically neutral during the campaign. So thank heavens for Jon Stewart and The Daily Show:
“We are all supposed to now laze back and watch the latest Richard Curtis film: Politics, Actually, a charming tale of two 43-year-old rich men who have to run Britain together despite having different colour ties and eccentric armies of supporters tossing buns at each other in the background.”—Johann Hari: This is not what the people voted for
“Gordon Brown, David Cameron and Nick Clegg are now all in the House of Commons. We’re not sure though who’s talking to who, or even if anyone’s talking to anyone. One thing we can say for almost certain - it’s unlikely that Brown and Cameron are discussing an alliance.”—The BBC News Election Blog clears up the current confusing political situation.
“There are a group of people who have access to the internet and use it to communicate with each other, who are interested in self-expression. They express themselves in a lot of different ways and sometimes they show the results of their self-expression to each other.”—
“If the National are important, rather than merely good, it’s for writing about the type of lived-in moments that rock bands usually don’t write about that well. The characters in National songs have real jobs, have uninteresting sex, get drunk, and lie to one another. They do so during the regular course of a workaday week, on Tuesdays and Wednesdays.”—Pitchfork review of The National’s High Violet
Here’s a boat that cannot float.
Here’s a queue that cannot vote.
Here’s a line you cannot quote.
Here’s a deal you cannot note …
and here’s a sacrificial goat,
here’s a cut, here’s a throat,
here’s a drawbridge, here’s a moat …
What’s your hurry? Here’s your coat.
Johann Hari’s excellent and thought-provoking article uses Tory-run Hammersmith & Fulham Council in west London as an example of how Cameron’s Conservative Party would behave in government. It makes for unsettling reading. (Not that I’m suggesting to you how you should vote tomorrow, or anything.)
That last post was my 1,500th on Tumblr. I feel an immense sense of achievement, laced with a lingering sense that I should really Step Away From The Internet. I also feel like I tumble too much. (And is ‘tumble’ really a verb, in this case? I tumble, you tumble, he tumbles, she tumbles, we all tumble - this is getting silly, isn’t it?)