Here’s a review of Romeo and Juliet at The Bristol Old Vic. Theatre Review – Romeo and Juliet Showing between Thursday 12th and Saturday 21st February 2009 @ Bristol Old Vic The Bristol Old Vic is a wonderfully...
My life has turned into a Channel 4 documentary. It is called:- Pimp the Wimp. The premise is simple: take a skinny, directionless, unhealthy and generally defeated call-centre worker- the wimp [that’s me, if you didn’t...
The toilets at work consist of five cubicles. There are no urinals; just five cubicles. These five cubicles are nearly always occupied with men shitting. The toilets inevitably smell like five types of shit brewed together. ...
I have decided to keep a list of things that I see that I like and things I see that I don’t like. It’s a simple idea. Like The girl that walks home in front of me is in her early twenties. She has very thin ankles and a...
Who else would bring out a pint of ale in a recession for just 99 pence than that wonderfully pessimistic bastion of Britishness, J D Wetherspoons?! There is no music, there are no thrills, but boy, a 99 pence pint in your...
I am in Debenhams kicking around the various clothes gathered in crumpled piles beneath the sale rails. People are feverishly glancing over the sizes of the garments then at the prices, and if either fails to satisfy then they...
When I flippantly mentioned in my last post that I had, but for some fractured recollections of fireworks and greasy chips, experienced memory loss from 11: 30 pm onwards on the 31st of December, I was conveniently forgetting...
It’s 2009. I’m listening to Motown, looking out on a snowy Bristol scene with the dull ache of alcoholism and gluttony inside. A two week sojourner from work is all but over, gone in a festive flash of over-indulgence and...
A section of my travel journal was published in the Observer on Sunday as part of the Escape review of 2008. Here it is: Seeing the Invisible – Learning to Surf in Queensland The long-haired man who runs the surf school is...
The crow hopped down the roof. Lucas took aim and fired. He missed and the crow took clumsily to the air. Its shadow traversed the roof before it too disappeared. It was Christmas day and the horizon was sharp with cold. Since...