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Waiting for another disappointing and cowardly response from someone a few months ago, I posted a note up on my fridge. People are Rubbish. This site responds, in a vague kind of way, to the premise that people are rubbish. It may well be that people turn out not to be rubbish now and again. 6 thoughts on “ peoplearerubbish.com. On October 22, 2014 at 9:25 pm. Why is it that it’s easy to be rubbish and difficult to not be rubbish? I can read that book, I can have that drink, I can hide in the shed. O...
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June | 2015 | peoplearerubbish
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Monthly Archives: June 2015. June 30: ice cream never occurs to me. June 30, 2015. Ice cream never occurs to me. I stepped outside today – 32 degrees – and people had ice creams, cornets, lollies popsicles. These were methods of cooling off. They sat around on doorsteps and at bus stops. When the weather is hot you sit anywhere. And I thought: why does ice cream never occur to me? June 28: the supermarket contract. June 28, 2015. I have no qualms (when did you last have a qualm? June 23, 2015. Fares rath...
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September 22 frank Ifield and king Lear: the family story. | peoplearerubbish
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September 22 frank Ifield and king Lear: the family story. September 22, 2013. September 15 maman, c’est quoi, l’amour? October 14 rituals and/or routines →. 4 thoughts on “ September 22 frank Ifield and king Lear: the family story. On July 8, 2014 at 3:10 am. It’s hard to find your blog in google. I found it on 15 spot, you should. Build quality backlinks , it will help you to increase traffic. I know how to help you, just search in google – k2 seo tips. On July 20, 2014 at 2:01 pm. You’re so cool!
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January 3, 2014. 365 started as a resolution for 2013: I wanted to write a short story every single day of the year that would be 365 words long. The purpose of this was not to create anything wonderful (though that would have been a happy accident) I wanted to have the discipline of seeing if I could write every single day. Summer picked up as did autumn but there were the inevitable weeks when I didn’t do anything and I felt frustrated, deflated. I’m 25, I live a full and active life that, in the most ...
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July 21: a story in seven snapshots | peoplearerubbish
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July 21: a story in seven snapshots. July 21, 2015. July 19: Besome One. July 28: killing a fly →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. On February 16: tinned fish.
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May | 2015 | peoplearerubbish
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Monthly Archives: May 2015. May 29: daniel barenboim and me. May 29, 2015. May 26: speaking as an unparent. May 26, 2015. People with children (yes, people with children are the majority of the population) are very tiresome when they talk about their kids whom you have never met. They tell you some laborious tale and you have to fix a contented, honorific smile up for its duration. All the while you are thinking. But I have never met Oscar or Felicity. May 20, 2015. May 16, 2015. May 6, 2015. 8220;The ba...
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July 15 : revisiting the past | peoplearerubbish
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July 15 : revisiting the past. July 15, 2015. I have made revisiting the past into something of a speciality. In Summer when the heat is upon us I pop up in various residences peppered around the UK and Europe, visiting at short notice people I haven’t seen for many years. Sometimes the smile of recognition is welcoming; sometimes confused. Most of the drama, though, is enacted in my imagination before the visit. Him: (looking at his wife) C’est qui, ce mec? Who is this guy? July 2: wimbledon fraught nite.
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July 19: Besome One | peoplearerubbish
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July 19: Besome One. July 19, 2015. The message on a teeshirt is never in the slogan. It is in the gap between the slogan and the wearer. On a man on his smartphone telling someone to ‘Die of cancer’. Manchester Country Club UK. Which Manchester England is this? Not the one I grew up in. In two words. On an old drunk stuffing his face with a family size pack of crisps. Everything happens for a Reason. Much appreciated by middle-class boys on gap years. Eat Sleep Rave Repeat. July 17: a tumescence. August...
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July 28: killing a fly | peoplearerubbish
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July 28: killing a fly. July 28, 2015. I killed a fly. It was getting on my nerves. You butter the bread; put it on the table; the fly’s on the bread. It keeps fizzing at you like a mosquito. Flies spread germs. Don’t they? So I killed it, got it over by the window with my niece’s A level copy of. And flattened it. Don’t worry, Natasha, I cleaned the. He said and then. Man with a gun. Since when was he William Blake? Where did he get this wit? Since when was I George Orwell? You’re the banker. I’m ...
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July 2: wimbledon fraught nite | peoplearerubbish
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July 2: wimbledon fraught nite. July 2, 2015. You tell me. Oh, leave me be and let me exorcize the past in my own way. June 30: ice cream never occurs to me. July 15 : revisiting the past →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.