If Valerie Solanas had only realised just how dull the early days of the twenty-first century would be, largely because of automation, she may have taken a leaf out of Stanley Kubrick’s book and shot at Coca Cola machines instead of one of the most interesting people ever. Or, she might have shot Nixon – he certainly deserved it.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Earlier in the week I passed a few idle moments in Borders while waiting for it to be exactly the right time to meet friends in Oxford Circus. I am fanatically punctual which, in
, places me firmly in a category of one. Happily, I could not choose between four books with 3 for 2 stickers on them. This is a small mercy as it’s been so long since I’ve been paid any actual money that even buying books seems like an extravagance. London