Reading The Paris Review

More pretentious lowlife wankery, this time reading the highbrow Paris Review. Something else not to tell the Taxpayers’ Alliance about, people on benefits being able to afford to read. I should stress that my subscription costs just a little over a pound a week, good value as you also get access to the online archive.

Apart from birthday and Christmas presents I buy for friends, I get all my books & CDs on loan from Kensington & Chelsea Libraries. I used to try and go to the Central Library every Saturday and combine it with a trip to the M&S Cafe on Kensington High Street for a jacket potato. Another tale of woe, I couldn’t afford a filling and would have my potato with just butter. Since they cut my benefits I can’t even afford that. There’s not a Greggs or anywhere else to get cheap tea nearby. I have to sit outside the Library with my thermos flask and a banana. Who would have thought poverty could be so hilarious?

It took me a long time to choose the “right” pile of rubbish to capture, a combination of having Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and way too much time on my hands.

 

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