{"id":47,"date":"2006-09-09T22:56:59","date_gmt":"2006-09-09T21:56:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.no-ip.com\/wordpress\/?p=47"},"modified":"2006-09-09T22:56:59","modified_gmt":"2006-09-09T21:56:59","slug":"the-last-night-of-the-proms","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/fiction\/the-last-night-of-the-proms\/","title":{"rendered":"The last night of the Proms"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I looked away, I felt sick. I was watching <a href=\"http:\/\/www.imdb.com\/name\/nm0000343\/\">David Cronenberg&#8217;s<\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.imdb.com\/title\/tt0102511\/\">Naked Lunch<\/a>, with typewriters turning into ghastly monsters dripping foul fluid. After the end late tonight, I turned on the radio to blow away the nightmare images and I hear &#8230;. Jerusalem. Its the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bbc.co.uk\/proms\/\">last night of the proms<\/a> &#8216;as always the national anthem is the climax of the last night of the proms&#8217;, the commentator says. I can&#8217;t believe it is over already, with its horns and conductors and stamping of feet. For many years, on and off, I had marked the end of the summer with that last night and this year it just slipped by, I discovered it too late for the spell to work on me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I looked away, I felt sick. I was watching David Cronenberg&#8217;s Naked Lunch, with typewriters turning into ghastly monsters dripping foul fluid. After the end late tonight, I turned on the radio to blow away the nightmare images and I hear &#8230;. Jerusalem. Its the last night of the proms &#8216;as always the national anthem&hellip;<a href=\"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/fiction\/the-last-night-of-the-proms\/\" class=\"button\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">The last night of the Proms<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[10,16,19],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-47","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction","category-my-life-as-aesthete","category-quiet-desperation"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=47"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=47"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=47"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=47"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}