In Profile: Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly

Sam Duckworth, better known by his moniker Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly, just released his fourth studio album, titled, Maps. The Essex-born singer/songwriter has been around since his 2006 debut album, “Chronicles of a Bohemian Teenager,” and is well known in indie circles for his inspirational and political lyrics such as, “You are not your job, and … 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

Sir Woy’s in Charge Now

Hodgson, eh? That wizened old mucker? With a more impressive CV than all the other obvious candidates combined – err, Redknapp, what have you actually won? – it’s a wonder that this is being construed by some as a surprising choice. Sir Woy is being haunted by those mean buggers on Merseyside; should’ve stayed at … Continue reading

The Profound Pine Cone

As I sit here writing this there is a pine cone on my desk. It’s not a very impressive pine cone; in fact, it’s bent and lifeless and altogether quite dull. It’s brown and rough and feels like plastic. Some pine cones are open and honest about themselves but not mine: this one here on … Continue reading

Chirpy and Esmerelda (fiction)

Chirpy: Wanna know something? Es: Always. Chirpy: I’ve never been out with a girl before. Es: Never been out with a – What? You’re not… Chirpy: No, no, no, I’m not gay. Es: Not that there’s anything wrong with that of course. Chirpy: Of course. I like gay guys. Wait, that came out wrong. I … Continue reading

In Defence of Anders Breivik

According to BBC News, Anders Behring Breivik told court, “I have carried out the most spectacular and sophisticated attack on Europe since World War II.” He’s got a point. 9/11 had a far greater kill count but ultimately it was only a few steps up from a ram raid — vehicle, meet building. Now let carnage … Continue reading

Saying What We Mean

As part of a 30-day rail trip around America last May/June, I couch-surfed in Los Angeles for a night. I was staying with a 30-year-old woman in North Hollywood whose boyfriend was out of town – he didn’t particularly want her to host while he wasn’t there so I ended up talking on the phone with the … Continue reading