So I recently read an article by the author Antoine Wilson who came across a used copy of one of his own books in a cafe in Los Angeles. Continue reading Lost Inscriptions
Outside it was raining. He could smell the dead grass blowing in through the open window. Summer was gone, but its memory was still in the air. Craning his neck to see the clouds, he found it amusing that the weather would be something else in different parts of the world. It was like people existed on other planets that each had their own sun, moon, sky. He believed he was the only one right here experiencing this rain. Continue reading The Last Of It All (short story)
When I started drinking coffee on a regular basis, I would rarely wash my favourite mug after each use. Instead I chose to keep the dried brown rings and crusty dregs at the bottom alive and well. I reasoned that I only ever used that mug for coffee anyway. What was the use of sterilising it when I could add fresh granules to it next time and let the boiling water release the old flavour, mixing with the new batch to create a stronger brew? Continue reading Confessions Of A Decaf Drinker (And Other Boring Things About Me)
I believe it was the wise philosopher Haddaway who once asked, ‘What is love?’ (before pleading with people not to hurt him any more). A Certain Chemistry is Mill Millington’s attempt to answer that question in his own dry way. Being a lowly ghostwriter, Tom seems to have yielded to a life of mediocrity, going nowhere in his career. But at least he has his … Continue reading “A Certain Chemistry” – Mill Millington
So I recently read an article in the Guardian that calls for the removal of American authors from the British-centric Man Booker prize. For anyone who isn’t aware, the Man Booker prize (which is celebrating 50 years this year), made a decision in 2014 to allow non-British authors to participate in the annual event in the hope of creating a more global appeal. There’s probably … Continue reading Should US Authors Be Excluded From The Man Booker Prize?
It is almost a triumph of humanity that in 2000-and-whatever, we can stare head on into the chasm of our own past and pine for a little thing known as a ‘simpler time’; that bygone era where daffodils were 9ft tall, horses were doughnut flavoured and the sky was made of smiles and opium (memory is a weird thing) Continue reading Progress: Ten Reasons To Look Forward To The Future – Johan Norberg
Don’t let the faded décor of one of about seven of my death metal shirts and the slightly unkempt hair that rests on my shoulders like sentient twigs trying to give me advice fool you: I actually like being employed. I stumbled upon this new zeal for gainful work (for ongoing work, I should say) when it became apparent that food didn’t drop out of the sky and ‘rent’ wasn’t just a slang term for your Mum and Dad. Continue reading The Day I Bought A First Class Train Ticket