while I'm still macless (the cost of fixing it is the price of a new pc and the price of a new one is the price of four new pcs .... sigh. dear steve jobs. your computers are wonderful. make them cheaper. please. dear world, please give me €2000 etc.) and the holidays are still on (dear ministry of ed. your school holidays are too long. make them less than 11 weeks. please) and my brain is a fug of duh (dear brain.....etc.) I thought I'd put up a mini retrospective slide show of old stuff from more vitriolic-a days, about three or four years ago, which in blogyears is a heck of a lot and deserving of a retrospective if you ask me. Tracey Bloody Emin gets a retrospective, so do I.
What do you do when you have a child, want to show that child how loved it is, prove to that child how it means more than your handbag to you? Do you shower it with love and kisses? Show it that affection and kindness mean more than cashmere and Luis Vuitton?
No. You give it a ridiculous haircut and put it in nonsensically expensive clothes and parade round in public calling it “você” and insist that it reciprocates.
