I originally composed this entry while sat in a coffee shop just off Piccadilly Circus one rainy Monday evening. Yes, I wrote it with a purple fineliner, by hand, in a ringbound shorthand notebook. What can I say, it satisfies my inner Luddite. The purple ink was for my inner drag queen. Anyway, I follow […]
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Cookie recipe!
I wanted to write something today. I wasn’t sure what, only that I wanted to write. Given it’s now 4pm and I’m absolutely shattered, I’ve decided to do something a little different. A very late night involving air hockey, arcade games, pool and wandering around London until 3am left me with a craving for peanut […]
Brand new site!
I finally got fed up of the limited templates offered by my previous website provider, and took the plunge into personal webspace yesterday. I bought my domain name, set up an email address, and cobbled up a site in Dreamweaver. My blog is still my main point of focus, but at least now I have […]
Twilight – why vampires are rubbish.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock for a while, you’ll be thoroughly familiar with the Twilight phenomenon. I myself have never been the greatest fan of vampires, either in fiction or cinema, finding them to be far too…well…dull for my liking. It’s too easy to be a vampire. Good-looking, usually wealthy, strong, fast, blah […]
Beauty is truth, and truth beauty, that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
The title of this post comes from the final two lines of Ode on a Grecian Urn, written by John Keats in 1819. I’m not usually a fan of poetry, but I do have a soft spot for Keats. In my humble opinion, he was the greatest of the Romantic poets, and it’s a crying […]
The City’s True Face (Flash Fiction)
The darkness of the early hours surrounds me as I walk up the street. Flickering street lights hum quietly among bare tree branches. Silhouettes dance across shuttered shop fronts. A fox lurks behind a phone box, nosing through discarded food wrappers. The low drone of occasional traffic ceases. For a few moments, no cars pass. […]
