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
Travel
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
Political Cycle Setting 2 – Extra dirty, Double stains. Broken Machine.
I just had the pleasure, or rather the heady mix of pleasure and pain, at watching "Grannies Guide to the Modern World". A program on Channel 4, which rehashes various internet sensations into a real TV program featuring chumly old Bernard Manning. It was delightfully funny, perhaps mainly as I watched it with my Dad … Continue reading Political Cycle Setting 2 – Extra dirty, Double stains. Broken Machine.
A glimpse…
So, as the questions grow ever stronger, and the hair grows ever longer, many avid readers are crying for a revelation in regards to the identity of Mr Hummels. This is understandable, however mystery and Mr Hummels go hand in hand. Without anonymity there would be no Mr Hummels. Complete creative discretion is the name … Continue reading A glimpse…
Dat Morningside Dub.
I spent the early afternoon in an area of Edinburgh called Morningside. There, I was lucky enough to come across a passionate a cappella rap battle between two white haired woman in their mid sixties. I managed to record and transcribe the back and forth but have since been hacked and had the recording stolen. … Continue reading Dat Morningside Dub.
Editorial |Dreams, Broken Ruddy Dreams
As you may have noticed I am fond of the editorial format. The alternative is too bleak to take in really, it would mean that I am not; a) powerful b) important. As I sit in my executive suite thinking of how I will turn this magazine into the success it once was, I have to … Continue reading Editorial |Dreams, Broken Ruddy Dreams
My Adventures… On the Carretera Austral (From the Notebook)
( Ed -This was to be the first of our 'From the Notebook' collection, however given it would have been opinions based on experience. It would be wrong to discard either the opinion or the experience.) Firstly, I should introduce the star of the show, the Carretera Austral, Chilean Patagonia. The Carretera Austral is a … Continue reading My Adventures… On the Carretera Austral (From the Notebook)
A letter to… Horror Movies
Dear Horror Movies, I am writing to express my recent disdain in your existence. Recently I have found myself outdoors more regularly than the norm, furthermore I have been in unfamiliar lands where the native tongue is not my own. I know what you are thinking, I should be hunted, parted from my dearly beloved … Continue reading A letter to… Horror Movies
My Adventures in… Cabo Polonio
Where to begin... It seems like so long ago now, but in actual fact it was just a fortnight ago that I was in Cabo Polonio, spiritual home to the Uruguayan hippies. Leaders of the free world. Perhaps it seems so long ago because there is no electricity or internet there and so everything took … Continue reading My Adventures in… Cabo Polonio
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