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Before we start this story of dressed-up cadavers, a femme fatale chasing the secret to eternal life, and two awkward uncomfortable twenty-somethings falling in love, a little background. Chirpy Wilberforce was asked to choose a career. He was twelve, at school, and in a class of other students doing the same thing. They were sitting … Continue reading

Falling in Love with a Girl at a Tesco’s

Falling in Love with a Girl at a Tesco’s

Here’s some brand new fiction of mine. First draft, seeing-where-it-takes-me type stuff. It’s inspired by Robert Rankin, who is the most consistently brilliant, hilarious writer I know. His books include such gems as “Raiders of the Lost Car Park” and “The Brentford Chainstore Massacre.” It’s not to everyone’s taste, but there’s only two other writers … Continue reading

Band of Skulls – Live in Cambridge

Band of Skulls – Live in Cambridge

First off, apologies to long-term followers of this blog. I took a sabbatical; a religion-inspired sabbatical during which I travelled to Israel to discover my inner self and to rebuff the advances of gay goat herders. Okay, I lied about the religion, but I’ll always have fond memories of that goat herder and his love of Coronation … Continue reading

“Friend, Luck Ain’t A Part Of It”

Disclaimer: the first part of this is so painfully arrogant and boastful that it’ll sicken you BUT if you survive it you’ll be rewarded. Handsomely. With gold medallions. And drugs. Okay, ready? So… …I’m a 23-year-old Cambridge guy. I have £5000 in savings. I’ve just finished three years of a degree I actually enjoyed. I’ve … Continue reading

People in My Life (Part Two)

My last post I’m calling “People in My Life (Part One).” This is part two. There’ll be a part three sometime because I love the word trilogy and I’ve been dying for a chance to use it. Trilogy. Such a sexy word. Anyway, enjoy part two, it’s about people I feel most connected to. Not strangers … Continue reading

Drunken Girls and My Magic Twig

As a writer, even as a lazy one, I keep a notepad with me at all times. Well, except for those unusual instances in which I’m out getting plastered, strutting my stuff on the dancefloor in a club and hitting on girls who are either drunk or have low self-esteem. I might also use the … Continue reading