Scatterbrain: a letter from the land of the wonky eyes
Some personal news; election time in the UK
Visual hangover
You must have heard of a writer called Jeffrey Bernard. If you haven’t, Bernard came to prominence in the ‘70s and ‘80s with “Lowlife”, a series of columns he used to write for the British right-wing magazine, The Spectator. There isn’t much to say about “Lowlife” except that these column pieces were the kind of stuff an alcoholic, racist, misogynist, and homophobic uncle would write. Very occasionally, Bernard had moments of lucidity and could write with disarming honesty about his rather sad life — most terminal drunkards go through these moments of self-reflection. The only reason I mention Bernard is because when he was too unwell or hungover to file copy — which was often — his editors would publish a notice that read "Jeffrey Bernard is unwell" in place of his column.1 Perhaps I should have just included a notice here that said “F. is unwell” and logged off. But I don’t want to shortchange you, and I’m not suffering from a hangover.