The Sauna Series — Scott Manley Hadley — minor literature[s]
Scott Manley Hadley is a literary blogger and poet. Renowned for his candid and tongue-in-cheek reviewing style he’s also aContinue Reading
Scott Manley Hadley is a literary blogger and poet. Renowned for his candid and tongue-in-cheek reviewing style he’s also aContinue Reading
sad man scotty writes about being sad
feelin stressed so made a playlist
hear my voice, reacquaint yourselves with my fallibility
talking about my bald head and my sufficient pubes to camera
the speech i read at my grandfather’s funeral
So I walk on towards deaths (plural) in the cooling twilight
I nearly get hit by a speeding car and realise I want to LIVE
I have mental health problems
an unpublished, unfinished post about antidepressants from 2015
Quieres informática biográfica sobre B. S. Johnson?
new article & award attention elsewhere
How many men must a man urinate in front of before you can call him a man?
read all about bs johnson – like this blog but in a book
Life means nothing. So you may as well sing:
Fantastic Mr Fox is an ode to adventure capitalism. My life is an ode to wine.
It’s my birthday and I’ll write 6,500 words on Skyfall if I want to
someone has written about me
A bald head looks like the tip of an erect penis without the external urethral meatus.
Mr Hip-Scott himself is back on the HuffPo
some anonymous little merican sent poppa some h8 mail and poppa aint havin none of it
I don’t know where this book came from. I know I bought it, I’m pretty certain I went out ofContinue Reading
Whales. What are they? Who are they? And why did humans stop killing them just before their extinction was finallyContinue Reading
I haven’t read a play for a while. I used to read plays all the time, it was one ofContinue Reading
Kevin Maher’s The Fields is a hilarious, moving and impressively broad coming of age novel set (mostly in Dublin) inContinue Reading
Mount Vesuvius is big. It creaks over Naples from the southeast, with a threat made obvious by the fame ofContinue Reading
Yesterday I took a naked photograph of myself – from behind – to use as the accompanying picture for myContinue Reading
Sectioned: A Life Interrupted is a recent memoir by John O’Donoghue, a man who spent his teens and twentiesContinue Reading
I just reread Graham Greene’s The End of the Affair as it’s being discussed in a class I have this week.Continue Reading
Last Saturday I did something utterly unprecedented and attended a professional football match. It feels like it happened ages ago,Continue Reading
A hip-hop review of the year now ending.
I had not been in front of an audience, on a stage, for several years until this week. Then, fromContinue Reading
This is the first book I have ever read by JG Ballard. I haven’t read any of his famous ones,Continue Reading
I’ve decided that from now on I am going to self-identify as a Catholic. A couple of days ago IContinue Reading
Something clicked in my head while I was away this Summer. I don’t know if it was something I ate,Continue Reading
So, I’ve been back in the UK for three weeks. What have I been up to? Where has the streamContinue Reading
Twenty five is not, in itself, a significant birthday. However, it does mean that one has distinctly reached an ageContinue Reading
Despite dandling no one on my lap, my time in Tunis (so far) has been a highspincycle of emotion. ThereContinue Reading
I’m pretty certain, as I write this on the minibus back to Marrakech, that I have sand inside my anus.Continue Reading
Right. I am finally taking my own titular advice to heart and heading off for a little bit of living.Continue Reading
Earlier today I passed a man who looked just like a gnome. Minus the hat. He was hatless. And hairless.Continue Reading
Pursuing bright green polyester with the intention of creating an amateur video effects lab, I got up and out ofContinue Reading
A video of me performing some old songs. I’m considering gigging with my raps soon. Terrifying.
It’s not a book, so I shan’t provide a review as if it were one, but over the last fewContinue Reading
I stumbled, heady on free cheese and Spanish lager, into a temporary toilet cubicle at the Hay-on-Wye literary festival, lockedContinue Reading
Last night, on the way home from central London, I saw something that shook me up a little. Not somethingContinue Reading
Please watch my new short film where, a la B. S. Johnson, I openly discuss the way I see theContinue Reading
I have decided, mostly as a way of procrastinating before a) sending off my first novel to agents or b)Continue Reading
This week I have developed, or at the very least noticed, my first wrinkle. It is above and to theContinue Reading















































