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Malt Whisky Drinking, Single Speed Bike Racing, Poetry Loving, Book-Fiend, & If This Makes Me Seem Cool, It's All In The Edit.



The Ideal Library Symbolizes Everything a Society stands for. A Society Depends On Its Libraries To Know Who it Is, Because Libraries Are Societies Memory (A. Manguel). This Is My Attempt To Construct My Ideal library.


Everyday - Rourke Lee Rourke, Rourke Lee Rourke “Woke up, fell out of bed, Dragged a comb across my head Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, And looking up I noticed I was late, late, late, late Found my coat and grabbed my hat Made the bus in seconds flat Found my way upstairs and had a smoke, and Somebody spoke and I went into a dream”******Only to wake up and find yourself still on that same bus (Smoking Not Allowed), heading to work, with some loud-mouthed fool in the row behind shouting some shite into their phone. Still feeling slightly foggy from the daydream, you have a feeling of deja vu; only for reality to come crashing in - hobnails first, as you realise this is your existence, this! is your day to day reality. Once off this bus, you’ll go to your office and join your fellow drones, clock in, clock out, clock in, clock out, the process relieved by a beer and a limp sandwich at lunch time.In the last chapter of Albert Camus’s The Myth of Sisyphus, he outlines the legend of Sisyphus, the man who defied the gods and placed death in chains, so that no human need die. Finally after several false starts, the gods caught and punished him for all eternity to roll a rock up a mountain, only for it to fall down again, but you’ve done nothing that heroic. The nearest you got was not spilling that kebab, you took home the other night after consuming fifteen pints of the landlords finest, one heroic moment in a life of pointless drudgery.Everyday is a collection of short stories by Lee Rourke, although as it says in the introduction some are so short that they hardly qualify, that the writer’s preferred term is Fragments, fragments of a larger picture without end. There is no complete whole in Everyday, instead what we get are glimpses, framed through dirty cracked windows, of a London full of unfulfilled people, lives so beyond melancholic it hurts. These are individuals who’s snapping point has long been reached and it wasn’t a straw that broke the camel’s back, more likely a rusty crowbar. The men and women float in and out of each others lives through one night stands, bar meetings or just through work, sometimes the situations turn violent, even deadly, but for the most part people reach their limit and just keep bumping, grinding and then carrying on. Occasionally though they commit small acts of rebellion, occasionally they walk out on their jobs, or take a different route, or just walk the streets without purpose for a moment forgetting their day to day existence. http://parrishlantern.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/everyday-lee-rourke.html