I heard two loud bangs outside on Thursday night. I thought; those are gunshots. And then I thought that was absurd.… Read More North Greenwich shooting, 26/5/16
This week I went to two literary events which could hardly have contrasted from one another more starkly. The first one quiet and concerning the birth of a book. The second one huge, and cacophonous, and mourning the absence of books-to-be.… Read More Jon McGregor and Terry Pratchett
and: Back in Scotland for the first time since moving to London in the New Year. and: Sitting in Henry’s Coffee in Dundee. and: Opening a brand new notebook. and: Searching through the black oil that lines the line of my pen.… Read More Snippets of Scotland
We went to Broadway Market for brunch. Brunch turned out to be the only thing I didn’t take any pictures of.… Read More Purple Potatoes: a delicious weekend in pictures
I awoke on Friday to clouds of sediment choking the riverlungs of London. To a low pall of unbreathable air.… Read More A Haze of Toxic Springtime
“London?” said Mary. “What’s that?” “Where King is.” “Who’s he now?” said Richard Turner. “And a right midden of a place, I can tell you,” said Jack. “I don’t know how he tholes it, King. I was glad to be shut; I was that.” “What did you see, Jack?” said Nan Sarah. He looked around,… Read More Houses Thatched with Pancakes (A Day in the Lights)
Nothing inspires bloggery like a new desk. See here, for instance. I have A New Desk. This one’s in A New City. I live in London now. I’ve sort-of-lived here for about a month. The morning after my Master’s graduation in Edinburgh, I had a Skype interview from my parents’ living room with the School… Read More Maybe I’m a Londoner?