On Going To The Football
Last Saturday I did something utterly unprecedented and attended a professional football match. It feels like it happened ages ago,Continue Reading
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On Cocaine at the Hay-on-Wye Festival
I stumbled, heady on free cheese and Spanish lager, into a temporary toilet cubicle at the Hay-on-Wye literary festival, lockedContinue Reading
Old School Friend
‘Which way?’ ‘Wherever, man. Just somewhere without CCTV, you know? My ket dealer got fuckin’ three years ‘cause some factoryContinue Reading
Introduction
“Who are you?” makes sense. But is “rude”. “What are you?” is reductive. But “rude”. “What do you do?” isContinue Reading
Triumph Of The Now 