Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Plastic bag, open is closed, diamond cuncher

A plastic bag blows across Christchurch Avenue, like the bag in American Beauty; it seems that the wind, which gently inflates it, as it sweeps it along in a dislocated dance, is breathing life into it.

In the cafe, I notice that the closed/open sign, which hangs on the inside of the door proclaiming that the cafe is open to those in the street and the rest of the world outside, being reversed for those inside, announces to them that the street and the rest of the world is closed.

Gail Rebuck, who is chairman and chief executive of the publishers Random House was, apparently, described in Private Eye as "crunching diamonds between her teeth".

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