7 October 2015
Bare skin on plastic, a collage of ether dreams, now crystallised.
A 500-word short story I entered for the September CultOfMe competition – I didn’t win. I know, scandal.
The brief was to write 500-words or less inspired by the accompanying image. I really enjoyed writing it, and…More
4 September 2015
Rationed voices croak: Not today, I’m saving that tin of something.
Every city, a constellation of sufferers,
As if some artist in the sky
Flicked a paint-soaked brush across the map marking each spot damned.
Down every alley and up and through every high rise
The sound of stomachs…
3 September 2015
People. That’s all they are, they are not migrants, they are fellow human beings.
The Jungle in Calais, the island of Kos, the border of Macedonia and Greece – these are all points at which refugees have converged, seeking a better life. Yet our (UK) government’s rhetoric remains…More
13 July 2015
They are so committed to their ideology that even human suffering at its hands cannot sway them. In fact, deep down, they welcome it.
I’ve been following the Greek crisis in the last few weeks with an almost religious fervour and If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that the EU (ahem, Germany) is committed to austerity. To…More
14 May 2015
I can proudly say that its pages are now tattered through turning as opposed to through some kind of industrial accident.
This novel has been around a while; originally published in 2001 it has since sold over 4 million copies. This is a wildly successful book. I should have heard of it, but I hadn’t….More