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Rupert Brooke by Sherrill Schell, April 1913 (National Portrait Gallery)
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Thesis project ‘Copenhagen City Museum’ by Hedvig Skjerdingstad. Conceptual site model 1:1000, mold casting aluminum. 21x21 cm.
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A video featuring my slightly gormless face and some prettier trees.
Patrick Wolf at the Corner Hotel, Melbourne, 11/11/2007
The apartment I've booked for Toronto (on, like, Wednesday) is described as a "sexy bachelor pad". I'm not a sexy bachelor. I've a bad feeling about this.
If you could hug any Doctor Who writer, which one would you hug? I think personally I would go for Robert Shearman, he looks cuddly and that beard would probably feel nice rubbing on your head. Russell T Davies also looks quite huggable but his propensity towards suits and lack of facial hair might not make it as pleasurable as Mr Shearman.
I would like to hug all the women who have written for Doctor Who since 2008. All of them! I would start with…
What, nobody? That can’t be right…. (goes off, puzzled).
William Strang, Panchita Zorolla, 1916
Hazelnuts, cat. Hello autumn.
I hate living next to students, but I'll give the something - they're joyously predictable. The night always starts with low music, then taxis turning up, followed by door banging/friends shouting at their windows. Move on to gossipy fag breaks outside our houses, then a rousing rendition of Mr Brightside. A bit of crying, a few things knocked over, and then usually down to Coalition at around midnight (though not before arguing about the entry price). Cue them coming home at 4am shouting in the streets and banging into people's cars. They are the worst neighbours I stg.
There’s a fine line between gossip and history when one is talking about kings. - A Brief History of Montmaray