An Update On What The Claremonster Has Been Up To

Hullo. Haven't really updated since I went to see Bob Dylan, so I shall try to catch up on the last few days.

OK, the Dylan concert was really fabulous. I may well write in more detail about it soon, but as I spent quite a lot of the concert just standing there thinking "Fuck me, Bob Dylan's over there!" and "That Larry Campbell guy is a great guitarist" I'm not sure that I have anything near profound to say about it. It did make me want so badly to play music for a living myself. I wanted nothing more than to be on that stage with His Poetness... but I think Arena security would probably frown upon that.

What else? Well, I spent most of Sunday in bed recovering and reading the Enid Blyton books I got off eBay (the last couple of pages of the first book, the Island of Adventure are missing and I really want to know what they said) and realising what sexist, racist, repetitive bollocks it all is... and reading along just the same. There's something quite endearing about them... and sometimes I get the feeling that ol' Enid really wanted the girls to do more, but she couldn't quite bring herself to break out of post-war feminine stereotypes.

( A Particularly Soggy Monday )

( A Rather Cool Tuesday )

Also, bookworm713's post got me thinking about a Rock and Roll Harem, because I'm clearly mad.

( Clare's Rock and Roll Harem )

An Update On What The Claremonster Has Been Up To

Hullo. Haven't really updated since I went to see Bob Dylan, so I shall try to catch up on the last few days.

OK, the Dylan concert was really fabulous. I may well write in more detail about it soon, but as I spent quite a lot of the concert just standing there thinking "Fuck me, Bob Dylan's over there!" and "That Larry Campbell guy is a great guitarist" I'm not sure that I have anything near profound to say about it. It did make me want so badly to play music for a living myself. I wanted nothing more than to be on that stage with His Poetness... but I think Arena security would probably frown upon that.

What else? Well, I spent most of Sunday in bed recovering and reading the Enid Blyton books I got off eBay (the last couple of pages of the first book, the Island of Adventure are missing and I really want to know what they said) and realising what sexist, racist, repetitive bollocks it all is... and reading along just the same. There's something quite endearing about them... and sometimes I get the feeling that ol' Enid really wanted the girls to do more, but she couldn't quite bring herself to break out of post-war feminine stereotypes.

( A Particularly Soggy Monday )

( A Rather Cool Tuesday )

Also, bookworm713's post got me thinking about a Rock and Roll Harem, because I'm clearly mad.

( Clare's Rock and Roll Harem )