Last writes

The work proceeds apace, my friends, although I tend to watch far too much footage of Neil Young on Youtube, as well as endless episodes of Fawlty Towers and Green Wing; I drink a bit too much, a bit too often and spend far too long by the river and at Richmond Park. I've made some rather sizeable errors in my personal life, too, of late, and, for once, I do not really feel like logging them on my frivolorous, little piece of cyberspace. Instead, I will internalise it all and turn my inverted emotional range into more mournfully self-indulgent poetry, all ready to be rejected from every reputable poetry magazine in the country...

I wonder how long this blog has left; if I'm honest, I've lost my taste for narcissism and, in real terms, I've already had my last lecture at the Polytechnic. Significantly, I also somehow managed to wangle a certificate for Second Best Academic Achievement in the year. Kingston, I salute you! Thanks for the appreciation I never knew you had for my manifold inadequacies!

Well, if I never write on it again I would ask that you all remember the good times, when Notesfromthepolytechnic.blogspot.com peaked at a stage of tolerable averageness i.e. ignore March and April and linger over January and, perhaps, November...