I've just woken up in some kind of dream world. It has taken me decades, my lifetime, to do but I've woken in my ideal situation. Allow me to explain. I'm sat in my bed, perfectly placed away from the towering wall, enjoying a slow breakfast. The bed, as does the whole flat, overlooks Regents … Continue reading London: A view to a snow
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Tube Strikes
The London I've experienced since after Christmas has heartened and endeared me to the city unexpectedly, as the dust, and possibly snow, settles over the festive period - London has been unified. Rarely does it happen that a metropolis can be united together with a single thought. Yet truly these Tube strikes clearly irked an … Continue reading Tube Strikes
Company man
What if Sisyphus had company? Company he that he could hardly bear and that opted to listen to Usher, Craig David and Katy Perry. What if King Sisyphus worked his way to King in a culture that promoted avarice and self-aggrandizing behaviors? What if King Sisyphus never made it to King but he still rolled … Continue reading Company man
Critique: A Critique
I sit here, with my girlfriend aside me, drinking coffee and eating porridge. We are each on our matching laptops, looking out to a foggy Regents Park, connected to the larger world , each other and yet still the archetypal 21st century individual. I look across to glance at what she is reading or watching, … Continue reading Critique: A Critique
Shed Stories #1
Production I close the door behind me and turn inward. Literally, my sanctuary. Me. My feet face the back wall of the shed, underneath me the starkness of kitchen floors which I fitted especially. To deal with the mess. My latest subject is a real doll. She is propped in front of me on a … Continue reading Shed Stories #1
Welcome to London: Country comes to Town
"Just blend in, mate." That is the best, most poignant advice I have been given, possibly ever, and I got it from a man who had determined to talk to every shopper in the Campden Lidl. The man in question was being generally ignored, his un-kept, full and droopy beard did enough to put people … Continue reading Welcome to London: Country comes to Town
Instructions for the Arts
Tonight is the type of night when I could easily cry, or explode somehow. There seems to be a palpable haze of tension, a type of vague pressure looming. I've been inside most of the day, had an extra cup of coffee than I usually would and have spent the evening in fairly poor company … Continue reading Instructions for the Arts
Ramifications of a failing memory
Initially, as I sat down to write this, I was aiming to examine the Sports Direct mug. However, a quick Google search revealed that this idea may be plagiarized. Which in turn made me wonder if I had read this and forgotten, or if my mind is slowly turning to soup. The points I wanted … Continue reading Ramifications of a failing memory
Automatic Notoriety – A history
Most ardent readers of this most celebrated webberzine will know the illustrious history, for those who don't here is a short and dramatic overview. He looked over the whole world, eyes peering from behind a laptop, never realising what he were about to do. Thudjing away at his typeboard he spilled secrets and truth in … Continue reading Automatic Notoriety – A history
Trump, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ’16.
Anger seeping, holes picked and glaring, teeth barred, spittle, with eyes staring. Chest out, Exposed claws and horns blaring, Blood spills, heart beats cease with flesh tearing. Raised voices, and lack of caring, Emotions high and facts hold no bearing. That was the mood, as Wall building, overbearing Wig began declaring that we need to … Continue reading Trump, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ’16.
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