“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”

DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)





31 December 2016


Lucifer starring in The Skeletons, an etching by Agostino 'Veneziano' Musi (1490-1536)  

You probly had the feeling all along. It certainly got worse as that evil shit of a year wound itself up, but if only to stop us giving up at midnight those twelve dreadful months ago, they didn't dare tell us til now that 2016 had the mark of The Beast all over it.

Or we were simply too stupid to work it out. 

I'm neither superstitious nor a follower of foolishness like numerology, but these patterns are fascinating. Big thanks to inventor and author Cliff Pickover and formidable mathematician Inder Jeet Taneja for doing these numbers.

For those who came in late, this all started in the Book Of Revelations, where in chapter 13 crazy John plucks from his astonishing hallucinations the following:

"And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed. And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads: And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six."
Beastly business: Dante, Divina Comedia, Hs. Norditalien, Genua(?); 3. Viertel 14. Jhd., Bodleian Library, Oxford: Inferno, Canto XXXIV, Dante und Vergil vor Luzifer.

Saturn Devouring His Son, Francesco de Goya (1819-1823) Museo del Padro, Madrid.

2016 also used a lot of third powers, into which I'm sure you'll read what you wish.

2017, meanwhile, is another number again. It's a prime prime.

In fact, one can safely say it's the only number ever, anywhere, that does this:

So in 2017, let's hope everybody can get a turn at being THE ONE. 

That'll be the very one that gets us out of 2016. Never leave that spot vacant. 

Step right up folks! 

Thankyou for following the DRINKSTER through a very tricky time. I'll tell you about it some day. 

People who can read proper sentences with commas and punctuation and stuff are becoming very scarce, so I value every one of you.

Happy new year! Have a wee whaanious dram or ten. Ka-chink!

photo by Satanika (Sister St Annika) Berlingieri