January 25th, 2009


Getting it out of my head

Woke from a hungover sleep last night to find a few phrases in my head, and then spent half an hour trying to get them out again so I could get back to sleep. They felt uncomfortable to me, producing much the same effect that Michael Marshall Smith's short story "More Tomorrow" once had. In an attempt to get them out of my head, I'm sticking them here, under an LJ cut.
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Truth is stranger than Pratchett

Julie was tracing back some hits on her journal and discovered some coming from Goodenough College, a name so resplendent with unlikeliness that I expect to get an email from them _any day now_ telling me that I can have a PhD for a mere thousand pounds. It does, in fact, sound like the kind of institution one would find in Ankh-Morpork.

However, further googling turns up that it was formed by the then Chairman of Barclays Bank, Frederick Goodenough.

Which just goes to show that no matter how strange writers try to make ye olden dayes, the real ones are just that bit stranger.