"Basically, I'm hoaching for a ride." said Kev. He was stood dripping in a poorly lit changing room; his back was aflame with backne, his chest stooped inward and a towel hid his banger. "Aye well yer no gonnae get a ride oan that shite. The gear makes ye fuckin' crabbit and ye cannae git … Continue reading Fractal Protein: A cautionary tale
Life
Ten Tips for Tube Travel!
Walking slower than everyone else during rush hour - watch the people envelope you like a school of fish and a shark. Walk against the direction of the train as you alight - look everyone in the eye. Peer deep into their souls. Loiter when alighting, there is every chance you will be left alone … Continue reading Ten Tips for Tube Travel!
Positive Feedback
I keep approaching this and then shirking away. Like a married couple after too long. Long live the soft, withered, dry remains of Mr Hummels. Every time I do write something it ends up being the fragment of a poem which you didn't want to read on social media. Frankly there is too much happening. … Continue reading Positive Feedback
On Aesthetics, Creativity, Social Media and the music of Lists.
Listening to Lists is something I've rarely experienced with art, not something I've not felt before, but something rare. I can tell you I felt the same thing when I saw Mulholland drive or heard nude by Radiohead, it was something that was somehow tailored not just for me, but for the moment around me. … Continue reading On Aesthetics, Creativity, Social Media and the music of Lists.
Review -Mastersystem – Dance Music, Mortimer and Whitehouse: Gone Fishing, Adam Buxton Bowiewallow and added bonus – tangential reflections on life, death, etc.
I recently wrote, in a bit of a fraught state, about the death of Scott Hutchinson. Like many other fans I've tried to excavate the loss of a hero by pouring over the archives of alternate projects, B-sides, interviews and the old classics. The more I watch and listen, the more things seem to make … Continue reading Review -Mastersystem – Dance Music, Mortimer and Whitehouse: Gone Fishing, Adam Buxton Bowiewallow and added bonus – tangential reflections on life, death, etc.
World Cup 2018 – Days 3-7 – Round-up
It's fair to say that with the tight schedule of football, exhaustion is setting in - for me. I managed the big Saturday and followed it up with a big Sunday - in which Mexico beat Germany! The big Saturday was a long day with lots of football, the big Sunday was a long day … Continue reading World Cup 2018 – Days 3-7 – Round-up
World Cup 2018 – Day 1
And, we're off... Strangely, to the sound of Robbie Williams. There was a sound in the UK of a collective, growing "aaahhhh..." as everyone suddenly realised that Robbie Williams is an archetypal Russian popstar. Could it be that Robbie Williams is a Russian plant too? Anyway, his sarcastic, Anglophilic, coked-up swagger put in mind an … Continue reading World Cup 2018 – Day 1
Theory and Praxiszzzz
As I attempt to synthesise a semesters worth of sociological theory alongside a semester of unwritten posts and scribbles from a notebook, do not lose heart. There will be a point to all of this. The life of an anonymous, poorly-subscribed-to online lifestyle brand is a lonely one. The nature of living our creative existence … Continue reading Theory and Praxiszzzz
A letter of thanks – by way of out of date review and a bad poem.
I wrote a long diatribe, a review, before Mr Hummels came into being, about Frightened Rabbit. The review which I wrote focused on the intense brilliance of Frightened Rabbit - in the intimate setting of Princess St HMV. It was the first event of this sort which I had been to alone and felt an … Continue reading A letter of thanks – by way of out of date review and a bad poem.
The Salon
This is a true story. Tenses may have been jumbled in an effort to maintain the corporeal sense of time which one feels when attending an appointment. Moreover, I've not got the energy to edit it too much at this stage. The following takes place a quick walk from Baker Street, past the famous … Continue reading The Salon