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iain sinclair - lights out for the territory

I haven't finished it yet - it's so hard sitting on a deckchair at the beach paying $3 for a 750mL "mother hen"* of Carlsberg (complete with stubby holder, I might add. These guys are professionals!) - but I will say that, so far, Iain Sinclair's Lights out for the territory is a thoroughly entertaining read, even if he threatens to lose you at every alternate paragraph. I reckon acb is the one friend likely to get the most out of this book (did you get my rambly SMS yesterday?), but I'm only guessing. Psychogeography, John Dee, ley lines, Luke Howard (no, not Melbourne's own jazz musician and LDAP god) and his clouds, Ronnie Kray's funeral, pit bulls devouring traffic cones, Lord Archer's art collection, a piece of art called House - It covers so much ground, and it's hard - from my kind of distance - to appreciate everything that he's talking about, but you know you want to learn more, and it certainly gives you a renewed interest in the history of cities, and how all manner of things intersect somehow.

(and now, having booked another hotel further on in my travels, I'm heading back to the beach.)

* A term coined, as far as I know, by Tom Reynolds, wherever he is right now. Cheers, buddy!

* 19:52 * reading

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EL:

IT's really hot there, isn't it? When I was there, I also sat on the beach, during the hotest time in the day. The sea looked very very blue, however, it looked amazing in the sun light. And there were some Thais trying to do some business with the tourists. They were selling ice-cream, drinks,scarf,etc. There was one lady tried hard to put a tatoo on me! I browsed her tatoo book, and talked to her. She's nice. I feel pity for her, having to walk in the extreme hot. But I didn't put a tatoo on me, hehe.
So are you having a lot of fun? Take care..

HELLO Mr Cos!! We are floating in space! hooray!

Alas I cannot claim the Mother Hen (tm) as mine. Carl Vickers, late of Lancashire, currently residing in Melbourne, Australia invented the Mother Hen (tm) on the grounds that when you buy a jug of beer you are the Mother Hen (tm) and the little chicks (your mates) will follow you around.

we have taken it a step further, when you want to get a refill from the jug, you must call out "cheep cheep". Sad but true.

HELOOOOOooooo Cos! We are floating in space HOORAY!

Alas, I cannot claim the Mother Hen (tm) as my own.

Carl Vickers, late of Lancashire, currently residing in Melbourne Australia, coined the phrase after being followed around by a bunch of thirsty amigos.

"What am I? Mother hen?" to whit our replies came back: "Cheep cheep, cheep cheep"

Oh god, what is happening here, it crashed and made me angry- I had to re write BUGGER

thats it you won't hear from me for 12 more monthss

AAARRGGHHH!!!