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November 23, 2012


nick s

And comments, inevitably, focus on the headlining of the piece under "Devon" when the muckwanker in question is Cornish.


Wanking in the mud - known round here as "Doing a Glastonbury."


Or doing a Peter Redgrove, apparently.


It should have happened in the summer, not now. The West Country needs more attractions that don't rely on fine weather conditions.


On Phil's link, it's amazing what you can get away with if you use enough habitus. ("too forcedly relates his poetry to the writings of Hélène Cixous, Luce Irigaray and Julia Kristeva." beats appearing at Devizes magistrates on the farmyard public wanker rocket docket, though.)

Also, check out the bit where Staines waterworks is apparently a Da Vinci Code-like architectural invocation of the eternal feminine. Never noticed it myself to be honest, but I suppose there's a case for including big engineering structures in the aesthetic canon. Hey, it beats wanking in a pile of cowshit.

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