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Baby, I’ve been waiting,
I’ve been waiting
Night and day
I didn’t see the time,
I waited half my life away
There were lots of invitations
And I know you sent me some,
But I was waiting
For the miracle,
For the miracle to come

Waiting for the Miracle, Leonard Cohen

Sometimes I don’t know where this dirty road is taking me
Sometimes I can’t even see the reason why
I guess I keep on gamblin’, lots of booze and lots of ramblin’
It’s easier than just a-waitin’ ’round to die

Waitin round to die, Townes Van Zandt (and the Be Good Tanyas)

I am living in London, around Russell Square, until the end of January. I will be desk-surfing two days a week at School of Everything in Bethnal Green, and I’m hoping to sort out three days a week at Birkbeck. My survival tactics for this stint in London are a) not to rush anywhere and b) ride a bike. If you’re about, get in touch.

The persecution of people because of their sexual orientation is every bit as unjust as that crime against humanity, apartheid. We must all be allowed to love with honour.

Archbishop Desmond Tutu