Okay, so five things about me. For some inexplicable reason I have to do this because Nardac told me to, and cause it's, like, a meme, I have to.
But it's not a very virulent one, because it depends on the acceptance of it by the subject/victim. The really insiduous memes are the ones that creep up on you unawares. Theories that mug you, like the sinister shadowy shape in the alleyway that approaches with a knife and then jumps into your head instead, and suddenly you're not the same person at all any more...
Memes have been mentioned in passing on these pages (or these screens?) before, here, if I remember, in the email from the pseudonymous Dr Otter (you'll have to scroll down the page a little bit).
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So let me drop some Shoreditch trivia here. The name apparently derives from ancient Anglo-Saxon soerdyke, or town sewer. Most people in the clubs around here are so far up their own asses (or arses, but I prefer the US spelling here) - you can identify the type by the fact that they refer to the area as "the Ditch" - that you might get lucky and get mugged outside on Kingsland Road and that's the best conversation you'll have all night, with the mugger.
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But it's not a very virulent one, because it depends on the acceptance of it by the subject/victim. The really insiduous memes are the ones that creep up on you unawares. Theories that mug you, like the sinister shadowy shape in the alleyway that approaches with a knife and then jumps into your head instead, and suddenly you're not the same person at all any more...
Memes have been mentioned in passing on these pages (or these screens?) before, here, if I remember, in the email from the pseudonymous Dr Otter (you'll have to scroll down the page a little bit).
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So let me drop some Shoreditch trivia here. The name apparently derives from ancient Anglo-Saxon soerdyke, or town sewer. Most people in the clubs around here are so far up their own asses (or arses, but I prefer the US spelling here) - you can identify the type by the fact that they refer to the area as "the Ditch" - that you might get lucky and get mugged outside on Kingsland Road and that's the best conversation you'll have all night, with the mugger.
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15 comments:
that was very good reading, mike. allow me to be shallow, though, as i try to get through the shits and giggles of your stolen blogroll. that was too fucking funny.
But look what a good home it found!
And you never use language like that on your own blog... what makes you think you can storm in here, effing and blinding like that... cursing like a... well, a... umm... a cursor?
i already did this one mikey.
thanks for the mention though!
I didn't realise but I got tagged by Dave Bones the malung as well, ages ago, only this one has a pre-defined set of questions to answer... Ah well, if I can't think of anything else to write (I'm trying to avoid writing about Mike H / Mikey Camel all the time...) sometime, I'll tackle that one as well...
Well, I knew all those years I spent looking at thumbnail porn would come to good use. Besides, you'd never be doing something as banal as leaning on a parking meter, would you?
I just came home from watching a football game at the Stade de France, where Lille gave Manchester Utd. a proper thrashing. What can I say? My brain is still rattling with all the chanting and yelling that a proper response to your 5 things is somehow beyond my normal superhuman capacities.
Till then, how the hell do we pronound Shoreditch anyways? Bloody english names foil me everytime.
"Lille gave Manchester Utd. a proper thrashing."
Whoooo!!! If there is one team I hate, despise, loathe more than Arsenal, it's Man U. Perhaps I will soon write about how I, a life-long football hater, was converted to a loyal Chelsea fan. (It was while watching them play Barcelona - I commented about it on Holy Smokes!!!, come to think of it)
"Till then, how the hell do we pronound Shoreditch anyways?"
Shore - as in she sells sea-shells on the sea shore, and ditch, as in digging ditches. Rhymes with razor itch, or black as pitch - "When I get rich, say the bells of Shoreditch... When will that be? say the church bells of Stepney... I do not know, says the great bell of Bow..."
It's that simple? Ahhh, I was expected something more complicated, after having struggled for years with Leicester.
send R+B a copy of the squatters handbook innit.
he said he was after somethings about squatting
Leicester? It gets worse. Cirencester. Worcestershire. Gloucestershire.
but i do curse on my blog! you just get to read the sensual posts more often than not. and i take my potty mouth very seriously.
yes i like knives too. comes from my scouting days. i learned to use them properly, to make houses and aeroplanes and stuff. i still live in a block entirely constructed from whittling.
I won't quarrel with your taste and judgment, you've been gracious toward my purloining to this point, but I've been waiting for some sort of rise out of you for my most recent theft: your metal mannequin photo (or whatever that thing is). It's a cool pic, I used it in a blog entry on Eschatology.
I'm so riddled with shame and guilt I'm forced to confess. The plan was to hold out til you raised hell about it. I'm so confused, and feeling morally compromised. But I don't really understand why? I'm customarilly no thief, yet I rip stuff like this off regularly and with impunity. I even plan to soon do an entry on my anit-intellectual property rights stance.
Either you've seen it and don't care, or you haven't seen it and potentially do. That's where I find myself.
Well shit the robot is there for everyone to see on possibly the busiest street in London...
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