Arrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

I am using all this as an excuse to do nothing with my life! I counted up all the words I’d written (for a project) and it’s a pitiful total. An embarrassing amount. All I ever do is make excuses and say, “Sorry I was… or I am…” And get a reputation for being unreliable [...]

Somewhere to say it

I keep having the dream that my dad isn’t dead. He isn’t alive either- it varies. Sometimes, he is alive, but decaying, and we go about our every day lives with him falling apart. He died, but came back. He is well cheered, jovial, even. The way he was when very drunk and in a [...]

Article about blogging by Rhodri Marsden in the Independent

Second Independent mention since May!  This now means I own the Independent. Rhodri Marsden has written a fantastic piece about blogging.  I get a mention in it (along with fat-handed cunt James Ward). It’s a fairly long article, which is pleasing in itself. (Though I have to read things in shifts, due to my much [...]

My Crazy Mum

You know when you realise that your mum is really crazy? When the more acceptably sane parent is the one who kicked in doors and drank himself to death at the age of forty seven. Gawd bless my mum’s tiny moth heart. I do love her even though she does my head in. She’s not [...]

Fluff

This is Reggie. I have no face, just a black hole. If any of you are bored, feel free to grab a camera, or Paint, and show me something.  A teddy, a person, anything!

Look what fear’s done to my body

And we’re back. Apologies for constantly deleting posts here and on the Facebook page:  I know it’s very annoying when you can see the link but not read the content, or when you’ve commented and the post trips up and drifts into black space.  I sometimes wonder if I’m convincing half my readers that they’re [...]