London ILB - FAP?

I'd be in for any Thursday in that stretch apart from Thursday the 28th.

(Very likely to be having another book launch on Oct 12 btw, if any of you want to put that in yr diaries).

Oh good I should be able to make that.

See other responses we could all meet deeper in autumn instead

Yeah, I can do a Thursday in that span, too.

this should work for me i think.

Ok, so 5th Oct ok with everyone?

good for me assuming i've survived my cryoballoon ablation the week before

You will!!

Tim where is your event on the 12th?

bookartbookshop nr old street

Details to follow when I've worked them out.

Cool.

5th is fine w/ me!

See you all then.

All welcome obv:

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DKUG3ccWsAAtm5E.jpg

"Launching" this:

https://thehalfpintpress.wordpress.com/dusty-springfield-by-peter-miller/

and this:

https://thehalfpintpress.wordpress.com/letterpress-n-by-daniel-williams/

Looking fwd to this...should be there around 6-6.30pm

Lol the nobel prize in lit is announced on the same day. @dril ftw!!

Uhm, so what's the actual meet-up spot?

Royal Oak - Borough

will def be there -- tho judging by so far this week may slope off early as i still tire quickly in the evenings

I'll try to come, probably quite late though.

Just looking at the Nobel Prize odds, I didn't realise Claudio Magris was still alive.

And I should be there at about half six, I think. Even though I'm not drinking at the moment (I will be drinking).

Thank you for drinking.

i do my best.

Strikes me I'm probably the only person itt that ppl don't know what they look like - I'll be in the dude in the flatcap w/ a moustache.

ok, will lookout - will have this book on the table:

https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/41uQ2C1%2BuCL._AC_UL320_SR208,320_.jpg

I'll be there at half six or so, maybe a bit earlier. Not sure how long I'll be out, mind.

Scotland playing tonight, so might not make it... not that I'm playing for them or anything... still with Strachan in charge anything's possible ehamiriteknowwhatimean...

won't be able to make it, sadly - busy right now and sober for a month. Enjoy, and I'll be there next time.

Next time you'll be idle and drunk, I hope.

i will have this book on the table in case they need to identify my drunken corse.

https://mitpress.mit.edu/sites/default/files/9781584351153.jpg

i will be sporting this nobel-prizewinning number:
https://paperknife.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/the_giant_under_the_snow_original_cover.jpg

AMAZING BOOK +1 +1

Loved it as a child.

i lvoe and cherish all of the girls of this site, and other websites. you all become my wife more and more with each passing day. Thank you

— wint (@dril) February 27, 2017

Thanks for the nice time - I'll try and organise something in Jan '18.

this was a good FAP: great to meet you daniel :)

Indeed it was!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70HW-GPhqBk

Yeah, this was great fun! Very ILB to get a breakdown of John Le Carré's use of language and an anecdote about fishing in the Netherlands circa the 16th century within 20 minutes of having sat down.

Won't be able to make it to Tim's launch party unfortunately because the only Portuguese movie of the LFF is on at the same time :( But will definitley try to make the next FAP, and try to keep up with the alcohol content more fully. :)

I'd like to have joined as I work near the Royal Oak, but I'll try Jan '18...

when fizzles resurfaces (and tells the fishing story) this is the second book i was talking about:
https://images-eu.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51Qba0h8ouL._SL500_SX304_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg

"puffin plus" means "scariest YA book evah"

Ah yes, had a couple of 'quiet' days. Ok, that looks great. And that Puffin Plus series was often great and harrowing iirr, lots of nuclear apocalypse and horror - the scarecrows and devil on the road by robert westall, brother in the land are the ones that immediately spring to mind.

So:

from Lodovico Guicciardini’s account of his travels in the Low Countries, Descrittione di Lodovico Guicciardini patritio fiorentino di tutti i Paesi Bassi altrimenti detti Germania inferiore (1567)—published in English in 1597 as The Description of the Low Countreys

This is an Ilande in which are some villages abounding with excellent good pastures, greate plentie of Cattell and excellent good fish, especialle Dog-fish, the taking wherof is verie strange and ridiculous, for you shall understand that the Ilande men disguise themselves like Beasts, and in that attire go to the Seaside at such times as they knowe that these fishes will come forth of the sea to take the ayre for their recreation upon the shore, then these diguised men fall and dauncing and leaping with the which sport the fishes being greatly delighted are by the means drawne far from the Sea, while in the meane time nets are pitched betweene the Sea and them, which being done, the dauncers throwe off there digsuised apparell and discovere themselves, wherewith the fishes being astonished, flee towards the Sea and are taken in the nets.

Any explanations accepted. As I said my current ones are

1) He didn’t actually go to Schellinck, and despite sort of implying that he has seen this curious custom, was having his leg pulled (or he totally misunderstood what the person was saying – possible in an area with so many dialects. It is a pretty total misunderstanding though)

2) Something of the sort actually took place and, as it is clearly described as a custom, also worked.

3) Something went badly wrong with the translation (I haven't read the original), though that does imply an equal credulity on the part of the translator.

4) He was on drugs.

I've got a note here that says 'John le Carré' but that isn't enormously helpful by itself.

Likewise 'ducks and love' (terms of address rather than er... another obscure hunting method)

'Dog chasing carrier jet' boris I can (I think this must have been by analogy of the old thing of dogs chasing cars: 'what will they do if they catch it?' - times a thousand here obv)

MiG-29SMT(R) under attack at Khmeimim airbase. pic.twitter.com/TftsOaeQmu

— monitoring (@warsmonitoring) September 14, 2017

The review of the Hilary Clinton biography in the style of someone has no recent memory of politics:

https://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2017/10/what-happened-review-so-long.html

Also a note here for 'those who dwell within walls of felt' as the literal description of the mongols, but i can't remember why.

Hospital literature - fragments as much as anything else:
Voice Through a Cloud - Denton Welch, which contains this:

Last Monday I went to supper with Noel Adeney. We had cold soup flavoured with claret, and fennel in long green shreds; then a sort of pilau of rice, onions fried, pimento excitingly scarlet like dogs’ tools, and grated cheese. The tiniest new potatoes and salad. Afterwards plums, and creamy mild tomato cocktail to drink.

and the gin and hot chicken stock (now remembering mark s' toast sandwich lol)

A Peep Round the Twist - Kingsley Amis
Early part on morphine in The Strings are False - Louis MacNiece
Tim - you suggested a Swedish novel... Winter's something? Sounded good, if harrowing

Molto Adagio – Andante – Heiliger Dankgesang eines Genesenen an die Gottheit, in der lydischen Tonart. A song of holy thanks giving by one recently recovering from illness, in the lydian mode. the third movement of Beethoven's 15th String Quarter

one of my all time favourite pieces. and then inevitably, but I do think it captures something of both the institutionalisation and the delirium of hospital

The Fall - Your Future Our Clutter

and last but very much not least, many apologies for that terrible rambling and uncogent story about the football league game. I have found it, though:

Saturday 9th December 1995. Swansea in an uncovered stand at the far end of the old Manor Ground where it pissed down with rain solidly, and where after 1-1 in the first half, Oxford put another six past them at the home end. The 50-a-day (according to this kid) midfielder might have been Mickey Lewis, but i can't remember at this remove.

Enjoyed the evening very much.

i wrote up the toast sandwiches (and the rest) a while back:
http://freakytrigger.co.uk/pumpkin/2003/10/invalid-food

incidentally:

A person whose agency or participation in a proceeding is made use of to prevent its real design from being suspected.

1612 J. Webster White Divel iii. i. 41 You..were made his engine, and his stauking horse, To undo my sister.
1694 W. Congreve Double-dealer ii. i. 20 Do you think her fit for nothing but to be a Stalking-Horse, to stand before you, while you take aim at my Wife?
a1763 W. Shenstone Progress of Taste i. in Wks. (1764) I. 265 Let me provide Some human form to grace my side; At hand,..An useful, pliant, stalking-horse!
1963 Times 12 Jan. 6/2 This meant that the Europeans would regard us as the stalking horse or paid hand of Uncle Sam and would not wish us to participate fully in European affairs.
1977 J. M. Harrison in Bond & McLeod Newslett. to Newspapers iii. 208 Zenger was actually a stalking horse for the group of wealthy politicians who owned the New York Journal.
1980 Jewish Chron. 15 Feb. 1/1 It raises the fear that the Irish may be acting as a stalking horse for the whole European Economic Community.

(fowlers aiming to catch birds rather than hunters aiming to shoot deer)

earlier this week dreamed we attempted a fap in the west of ireland at a village on a remote strand. the hotel we were in was shabby but comfortable, with an excellent bar - broken backed armchairs, fireplace, good whisky, wine and beer, and roasted meats. the hotel was at the base of the village, which was cobbled, and rose up the side of the cliff - woof and i wandered round it and got back to the hotel bar to find mark s sitting there reading a huge old volume of Dr Johnson, around which we constructed a complicated parlour game - even in the dream i couldn't really work out the rules or what the hell was going on.

looked out of the leaded window at the channel of water that separated the village from the mainland. very silvery under the grey skies, and realised that the others would struggle to get there because of stormy weather and incoming tide.

there was drinking and merriment, and then went up the very steep winding stairs to our bedrooms. there was something else odd about this that I can't remember now - something to do with Newton? Anyway, I passed out on the bed, but woke up in the dead of night, and went up and onto the roof of the turreted hotel. The storm had passed, an the sky was full of tattered clouds, with a full moon. looked over the sea crashing into the coast.

was a good dream. suggest we actually go there for the next fap.

"i hear you're a blockhead now father"

Haven't I been saying it for years. could nominate ten places, if you'll compromise on cobbles.

Have ye read Kevin Barry's short story on the madness that inhabits just such a residence on the night of a flood in killary?

NB I was locationally convenient but temporally unavailable for a fap last night but ilb cru are far out of my depth anyway tbh

That's some triangulation puzzle rly

Haven't I been saying it for years. could nominate ten places, if you'll compromise on cobbles.

Have ye read Kevin Barry's short story on the madness that inhabits just such a residence on the night of a flood in killary?

NB I was locationally convenient but temporally unavailable for a fap last night but ilb cru are far out of my depth anyway tbh

That's some triangulation puzzle rly

very VERY short notice but ilb-ers who want to see geeta, we are meeting in the windsor castle in lower clapton road tonight from around 630 tonight