Derridean Insights

Thanks to Unlucky Dip for spotting this one. Not an entirely accurate paraphrase of Derrida, but not too far off. Added irony of course because the actor who cites Derrida was subsequently convicted on child pornography charges.

Contains naughty words.

Talking of books…

After the most expensive week of my life, I planned to turn to thriftiness for a couple of months, until my bank account has been replenished.

Planned to. Failed to. I went to the bookshop for a standalone copy of Henry V (which they didn't have), and ended up buying - at full price - books on literature and history, Derrida, Lacan, literary theory and a second complete Shakespeare. Then, not looking like a man who had all he could read, I went online and bought the latest three Library of Wales books, Jack Jones's Black Parade, Alun Richards' polemical Dai Country and yet another edition in my collection of Glyn Jones's stunning, complex, ambiguous The Valley, The City, The Village.

This really must stop.

Bowling my superiors a Googly

The cricket coverage is here. England collapsed in the lower order, then recovered for a while courtesy of Anderson and Onions. I know that some of you (in particular, Mrs Cynical Ben) wanted less sport, but I'm making an exception for fencing (because I actually do it) and cricket because it's an art.

The work proceeds excessively slowly because a) it's really dull and b) I don't know what I'm doing. The latter will be hidden under layers or smart-arse academic speak - I've already cited Derrida in French and gone on about the joys of poststructuralism, neither of which they'll understand. That's the way to communicate contempt…