Just moved house. Now in lovely new pad. I can see the mechanisms for the train line outside, they look like notes of music strung across the cables.

Anyway, moving unearthed lots of curios from my past, including a book of quotes (oops, mind the pop-ups!) I’d been compiling at some point, with a black and white photo of me swimming naked in the sea off Denmark on the inside cover. Amazingly, some of the quotes still make me shudder a little. I say amazingly as I thought I wasn’t the person I was 10 years ago, but gee, perhaps I am.

One by Peter Carey:

“...he much regretted that he had not protested. Not a simple regret either, it turned and turned, as endless as a corkscrew in his heart.”


Martin Amis:

”Of course, you were far too young to remember. But who says? If love travels at the speed of light, then it could have other powers just on the edge of the possible.”


Aldous Huxley:

”Most of one’s life...is one prolonged effort to prevent oneself thinking.”


Hmmm.