Hello, I’d like to pay my rent please. Do you have a completely pointless rent card yet? Um, no. Sorry, you’ll have to wait. But I’d like to give you money. Well you can’t. Not without the silly card. Srsly? Yes, seriously. Now go away. …OK.
Exactly a century after rumors of his death turned out to be entirely accurate, one of Mark Twain’s dying wishes is at last coming true: an extensive, outspoken and revelatory autobiography which he devoted the last decade of his life to writing is finally going to be published.
"He left behind 5,000 unedited pages of memoirs when he died in 1910, together with handwritten notes saying that he did not want them to hit bookshops for at least a century. That milestone has now been reached, and in November the University of California, Berkeley, where the manuscript is in a vault, will release the first volume of Twain’s autobiography. The eventual trilogy will run to half a million words.”
Amanda Palmer, *shels, Beastie Boys, Weezer, Deftones, City and Colour, Joy Division, The Velvet Underground, Bruce Springsteen, Isis, Grails, Torche, Secondskin, Evelyn Evelyn, eaststrikewest.
I’m quite fond of:
Top Gun, nights out, my daughter, my boyfriend, my friends, Topshop, floral dresses, sandwiches, the pub, being under a duvet, comics, tea, baking, all things Japanese, Google Reader, driving, making plans.
I often crave:
Olives, Feta cheese, strawberries, dark chocolate, Monster Munch, cheese & ham toasties, a burger like the one I had in London, chips & cheese, salad, pears, Diet Coke, pasta, sour cream, buttered toast.
I’m inspired by:
Sandy, art, hard work, literature, families, live music, confident women, intelligence, colour, science, fashion, simplicity, films, strong leadership, creativity, enthusiasm, life, the universe, everything.