Of all places to find myself last night, I found myself at the The Camberwell College of Arts Summer Shows. Every room of the labrynthine building is crammed with students’ painting, sculpture, photography, graphic design. And crammed even fuller of friends, family and a gigantic student love-in of self-gratulation. I am being waspish. But, my […]
I had a day off work this week. One ought to make something worthwhile of such bonuses. I wanted to write an erudite and no doubt lengthy essay about terror, horror, anxiety, Dracula, Lovecraft, MR James, Stephen King and Dr Who with mine, but I am once more suffering from Writer’s Block [a form of […]
Some days nothing happens for hours on end. I am working through the estimable Mr Fry’s book on writing poetry, with a view to reviewing it, and to make it an utterly fair review (what with me and my cups and medals) I have roped in a complete novice at the poetry lark to see […]
So, we went to Ireland. Yes, there is a ‘we’ outside of the Reed-Editor bickerfest. And anyway, I did say The Editor wouldn’t be coming with us. I’d quite like to have a holiday that was not overly flavoured with mutterings about grocer’s apostrophes, digs at how poorly my journal-keeping was going, who did I […]
Hello, yes, I am back from Abroad, and yes, there will be photos*. And anecdotes. No poems. It would seem I channel the Poetic Muse through my sinuses and alas they were being used to store several pints of snot for the duration. Holidaying with a cold. Fantabulous. I have spent the few days since […]
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