Sarajevo Zebras

1989. If you can remember it, you wish you couldn’t. Two students graduating in philosophy in the long, empty summer into Thatcher’s London, lacking conviction, money and anything else you might need. Nothing much happens, and what does isn’t much fun anyway. Somehow the time passes and nobody cares. You certainly won’t. The usual wrong-of-passage post-college epic-ette by an unemployable egotist. It isn’t gripping, thrilling or whatever. It’s obscure, dull and the font’s wrong too, apparently. Particularly rubbish excerpt at: http://sarajevozebras.blogspot.com/