IMPERSONAL INTERVIEWS: Keith Woodhouse, author of Selected Works
Meet Keith Woodhouse: artist, poet and author of Selected Works.
Meet Keith Woodhouse: artist, poet and author of Selected Works.
perfect, glorious, flawless. i should only read 100 page bleak novellas
some notes on the process of developing my first one-person show!
A chat with L. J. Robson, author of The Boy with the Thorn in His Side
a short chat with Karl Lorenz Willett, author of A Good Life: The Perception of Perfection
accidentally, i am almost a revolutionary
more from my 2022-shot web series, this time on diagnoses and the passage of time
an interesting – tho intentionally unemotive – biography of Big Jimmy B
40 mins of talk and shots of rainy northern spain
notes on a radical pamphlet is an occasional series
ten years ago i started a blog instead of killing myself
med free and hating life lol 😜
hope is a discipline, and I am undisciplined
six weeks late, it’s the TotN CHRISTMAS SPECIAL 2021!
read some terrible books that failed to distract me from anything
i move thru 2021 like a dying ghost
my year was deathly dull, which in 2020 counts as a good year
notes on four books i read earlier in the year
not a sacco sh*it
a fun book but not a real one, y’know
commencing unemployment and panicking about expertise
Who the f*ck is Malcolm Gladwell?
essentially a review of my new meds
a stream of blogsciousness
was almost sectioned today; read a book that was difficult but perfect
great queer flash fiction from scotland
writing about depression
the emotional cost of working in high end catering
an intense, disconcerting, spectacular novel
it’s good though it’s very optimistic
some over-hyped Gen Xey essays
in the relentless cold I seek escape
a great Japanese novel
death, dying, dead
shellshock and amnesia and different kindsa love
it’s my 30th birthday
sad man scotty writes about being sad
this is impressive, i am depressive
an effective exploration of white saviour complex
a deluge of hand jobs and suicides cannot save this
simply the bestial
Find out what Scott Manley Hadley has been reading and doing
So I walk on towards deaths (plural) in the cooling twilight
i’m looking tired but feeling great
I nearly get hit by a speeding car and realise I want to LIVE
I have mental health problems
Review of a lo-fi art book and footnotes about depression
A pointless book for pointless people.
How many men must a man urinate in front of before you can call him a man?


















































