I think I’m at risk of starting to look like a homeless person. You see, my eras are defined sartorially. I buy clothes, I wear them ’til they break, I keep wearing them until the situation becomes untenable, I fix the clothes, I wear them ’til they’re unfixable, and then I reluctantly toss them and… Read More »Take the shirt off my back
I don’t know if you know this, but I come here to, like, work my shit out. And it’s becoming increasingly apparent that the other methods I employ probably aren’t as good as this one. For some reason, writing myself clean with a dose of radical-though-likely-subconsciously-biased honesty, in front of downwards of a hundred strangers… Read More »The kindness of strangers
I have waded into Twitter. It seems a weird time to do that. Not because I have particular opinions on how Elon is managing things, given my up-to-this-point complete lack of investment, but more just because…Elon is managing things. And my coincidental presence feels like a statement that I’m not qualified or inclined to make.… Read More »Tweet tweet
I’ve just come out of a two-day water fast, I’ve got the day off work, and, before I turn back to my gleeful-first-draft-of-a-second-novel, I thought let’s pull something out of the elephant box. I have never been one for pet names. But I am a sucker for an American accent. Any American accent; I am… Read More »Wordgame: Baby
Today was a hot day. I think the hottest on record for these here British Isles. And I chose to ride on the Metro – the notoriously outdated, incompetent, delay-ridden public transport service that had just yesterday melted. I could have opted to stay at home. I could have opted to take the car. But… Read More »Overhead lines
My mobile device of the past three and a half years has been getting a little ornery lately. In its defence, it has been dropped on countless occasions with absolutely no consideration for its wellbeing. But still, the situation was becoming tedious. I convinced myself to hold off on rectifying things with an impulse purchase… Read More »S Pen
In the garden centre today I saw they were hiring and I thought ooh, maybe I should apply, maybe they’ll have some hours that fit around my current job but don’t cut into Makaloo time, and I thought about what a nice time I’d surely have working at the garden centre. And then I started… Read More »Dull the shine
It’s funny how most of our fears are not the fears we think they are when we think them. Well, I can only really speak for myself, but I know it is reported to be a wider human proclivity. I have been noticing lately, when I get a scary thought, the vague fear that encroaches… Read More »Interrogated fear
I wrote a few months ago about how I started writing a story sixteen years ago, and how, despite thinking I was incapable of finishing it, I realised recently I had in fact written much more of it than I remembered. After that point, I decided to get serious about the story. To commit to… Read More »A new world
You know what I would prefer? Would you perhaps prefer to save your most cringe-inducing confessions for a private journal, instead of plastering them on the unforgiving coastal rockface of the internet where, one day, when you least expect it and perhaps have more to lose, they could be dredged up and aired out in… Read More »Easy way out