Obsessive Compulsive
The peripatetic life of Scotland's foremost writer
Lost in Brussels
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- Posted by AL Kennedy
- 20 June 2008
AL Kennedy on the perils of visiting Brussels, how to spot the British amidst a foreign crowd and on talking football in German when you don't understand it in English
Sadly, I missed getting hit on the head by police batons at the anti-Bush protests. (Why is it - and I’m asking seriously – that police are so very suggestible ? Dress them in riot gear and they do like to bust things up. Mix them with US enforcement and they get all Vietnam on your ass.) And, as we know, the police usually try to bully crowds if they [...]
Stunned as a drug mule
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- Posted by AL Kennedy
- 05 June 2008
My eyelid spasm seems to have cleared up, my noddy head tick is abating and I now have only the dearlordspareme head shaking manoeuvre. AL Kennedy goes on tour...
Okay, if a B&B shower has a switch and two dials, would you also expect a toggle? – a secret, unfindable toggle? - to be involved in producing hot water and therefore preventing hypothermia and/or trench foot? I’m just asking – nothing to with my life, or the fact that I can have no sensation below the knee.
Dear reader, what can I say ? It’s been a busy fortnight. [...]
Elongated spasms
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- Posted by AL Kennedy
- 19 May 2008
This week, AL Kennedy composes begging letters and officiates at a showbiz wedding
Well, I’m still alive. I think. A combination of stress and research now means that I’ve developed a wibbly eyelid and two different head ticks. I think the eyelid annoys only me, but the head ticks are a bit much for the general public. The main one involves my head shaking itself in a perfectly understandable ohpleaseno kind of motion. I’ve tried to adjust this into a more positive yeswhynotifIhaveto [...]
Hitting myself with a rat
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- Posted by AL Kennedy
- 08 May 2008
From infectious hotels to her favourite power tools - Scottish writer and comedian AL Kennedy's brilliant new column for newstatesman.com
Since winning the Costa Prize for my last novel, Day (which I’m assuming was a nice thing) my life has turned into shrapnel and I spend most of my days replying to emails from strangers who want something, slinging huge amounts of snailmail into the recycling bin and running up and down my nearest high street in flight from more of the same.
The only thing working efficiently is [...]
