Who among us does not love the syrupy, seasonally bound gloop? Whether it's the messy crème egg, the cranberry sauce which belongs only on the Christmas table, or the much hyped, much maligned PSL. I am a great fan of the pumpkin spiced latte: I love pumpkin, I love spice, I love autumn-winter, I love... Continue Reading →
I Fell In Love With The Girl At The Pen Show
October 10th to 12th was the London (Autumn) Pen Show. This is like any trade show: you have vendors who like to sell you things, customers who want deals on those things, and a few onlookers trying to build brands, follow next year's marketing trends, make relationships with mutually beneficial businesses… or who just want to hold the bags of somebody they love, looking for a place to sit. I went for the Sunday as a customer.
I Can Fix The House Of Lords
Britain's House of Lords is a second chamber made of compromise. We as a nation understand the value of a second chamber: it is essential for governmental checks and balances, for debate, and so that the government of the country cannot be swayed by current moods in electoral politics blinding us to widespread issues or... Continue Reading →
Monterey Bay Aquarium / Miami
A poem about commuting.
Ludgate Hill
A poem about commuting.
What would I say to Mark Gatiss if I met him in the street?
A social contract for meeting celebrities, and a review of relating to somebody's work.
What Does The Magazine You Read Say About You?
Here is the crux of it: buying two magazines does not simply put you in two camps, which marks you as a dynamic and multi-faceted person; what I did not understand at the time, but which I now know, is that the combination reveals something fresh about you, the buyer.
The day I conquered Bloomsbury.
This is a short story resurrected from my first year of uni. It ought to work as a map of Bloomsbury.
Late Romantic 