They’ve just crashed Damien Rice now. Forgivable.
2,000 words. Home straight. Three hours til McBreakfast. I could murder an Irn Bru. Or just anything without caffeine in it. A caffeine-free Diet Coke at a push.
Did I mention I’m doing all this on the dregs of a hangover? Pond and I went to Rob Manuel’s birthday party last night and then rounded the evening off drinking absinthe. That’s what writers do, right? Write.
You are reading PaulCarr.com, Paul Carr's pseudo-daily blog of things too weird, libellous, self-indulgent or dull to sell to anyone. A director's commentary to his life, if you like.It is also the companion site to his writings for various publications and to his book, Bringing Nothing To The Party: True Confessions Of A New Media Whore, which is published by Weidenfeld & Nicolson. About Paul...
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