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I like the idea of some couple coming from Brazil or Spain or Japan or somewhere and looking out over Edinburgh and declaring their love for each other and sticking a padlock on this thing shortly before some big gruff council worker comes marching up to the top with a pair of bolt cutters over his shoulder, unceremoniously snipping all the padlocks off and shoving them in a bin-bag full of dogshit.
Deadline day has become a little like a small car crash at the bottom of your street, at which people will gather without having any idea really what they are there for.
In order to build a career and to be successful, one has to be determined, one has to be ambitious.
I much prefer to drink coffee, listen to music and to paint when I feel like it.
Buses often have very weird people in it, who yell things or smell or dress funny. I love that.

Our greatest national ancillary skill - teasing the English - has been on the critical list for some time. On the news that the touring team would feature a chap called Root, it sat up in bed, brushed its hair and took a little chicken soup, but things remained pretty dire.

Until now. The English team’s travelling menu - all 82 richly textured and hysterically detailed pages of it - is like a shot of super-concentrated foetal stem cells into the wasted arm of our domestic sledging industry.

The quinoa requests alone would keep a slips fielder sassing for days.

Bernie Ecclestone arrives at High Court. Shortly after this was taken he became trapped in [a] revolving door. (via BBC Sport - Champions League, England cricket, Tennis & AP McCoy)

Bernie Ecclestone arrives at High Court. Shortly after this was taken he became trapped in [a] revolving door. (via BBC Sport - Champions League, England cricket, Tennis & AP McCoy)

Finally, I find using the tablet a more soothing experience. This is unlikely to be a universal feeling, but as someone who spends my entire day at a computer using a mouse-and-keyboard, my hands welcome a chance to do something different and my back welcomes a chance to recline on the couch. But there’s a mental component, too. Cracking open my laptop in the evening presents me with windows holding to-do lists, open browser tabs for in-progress stories, instant messages, e-mail, and book projects. In short, I feel like I’ve just returned to the office. Using a tablet feels, however illogically, like being at home.
So do I. Every day of my life is wasted in thought of being home again. No ipods, only Sony Walkman, no radio, only my extensive record collection of the soundtrack of my life, the 80’s. It was a great time for fashion and music. Maybe one day when they really invent the time machine, then I’ll be able to go home again.
The gold color is kind of more like a champagne, the color of terrible cars from the 90s.