Category Archives: Writing

I’ve finally finished reading JD Taylor’s brick of a book ‘Island Story: Journeys Through Unfamiliar Britain’ published by Repeater Books. Admittedly I missed most of the section on Scotland, due to a large pen leak defacing most of the section – but there again, being a visual artist, who carries everything he needs even whenContinue reading “JD Taylor – Island Story: Journeys Through Unfamiliar Britain”

Lost for words …not strictly, but they are wrapped up in a thick cloud of confusion and contradiction. But I’m putting out there EXACTLY how I’m feeling in the wake of last week’s referendum vote. Is this the nervous breakdown of a country? It’s becoming an unavoidable truth that what I’ve seen happening over theContinue reading “England’s Nervous Breakdown”

Actions from another time If the so-called ‘age of austerity’ had begun by this point, I was only just able to taste it on my tongue. A claustrophobia (or an intensified version of what came previous) specific to this age ensued. And I hope I’ve already stressed on this blog how it feels that theContinue reading “Not For a Long Long Time”

“For there are brighter sides to life, and I should know because I’ve seen them, but not very often” (Still Ill, The Smiths) I wish the diagrams of carbon footprints and three-planets-consumption-rates would give up traveling through my mind in the form of guilt-trips right now, as I’ve only ever flown one other time inContinue reading “This Land”

The tipping point, on the weekly circuit of emotions. The gate has well and truly closed on the open field of youth. The gates into rites-of-passage-adulthood (property ownership -household, marriage? – as a substitute to the foreclosed horizons of a world beyond work/consume/die) neither entice me or let me in. Every time I look throughContinue reading “Friday’s Anguish”

“I realise a miracle is due. I dedicate this melody to you. But is this the stuff dreams are made of. If this is the stuff dreams are made of. No wonder it feels like I’m floating on air. Everywhere, it feels like I’m everywhere.” – Second Skin, The Chameleons I always return to The scene within a short spaceContinue reading “Something So Vital always Feels out of Reach.”

One hand on a remote Control, a joystick, a keyboard,  a touchscreen, itching with a need to turn over stones. Nothing ever matches up, but I feel so wired up that the urge to carry on searching wins every time. To begin I have to talk about how uncomfortable my disinterest in a recent discoveryContinue reading “Nothing New under Digital Rain”

It doesn’t feel like we’ve had a summer for years now. Climate Change may or may not be making July/August wetter, but this plays only a small factor in the loss of summer, if any at all.  Even when the sun beams down the colour looks faded. The taste is gone. All the more recognisableContinue reading “Lost Summers: Stories From Forgotten Space”

I must first of all explain how I was alerted to these lyrics from The Fall’s track Frightened, it’s only fair: via a great Youtube lecture by Mere Pseud who referenced them with a not-too-dissimilar-intent as my intent. But when I heard him echo the lyrics to his lecture audience I thought: that’s my lifeContinue reading ““I spend hours looking sideways, to the time when I was fifteen””

“They keep calling me” Amidst the pretty stark turbulence I experienced as 2015 began I became obsessed with trying to write something about Joy Division’s eternal-presence in my life. But I never got anywhere, convincing myself it needed to be a project of  a sizable, I-know-everything-about-Joy-Division, quality due to the task of writing about oneContinue reading “This Is Not a Top Song List: My Life Through Joy Division Tracks”