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Monthly Archives: March 2014
First They Came for the Bigots… Picnic Dreams
I started writing, then I stopped. This is just a confusion of sentences, not an argument, and if it is one, don’t expect sense. First, they came for the bigots, and I said nothing, because I didn’t believe I was … Continue reading
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White Noise of Imagined Disapproval
I spent Sunday night in Belfast with Josie Long, Gemma Hutton, Mark Thomas and Bridget Christie. We were doing a gig for the Pro-Choice campaign, the sort of issue that in Northern Ireland is seemingly more reviled by politicians than … Continue reading
Is it just a D or OCD: Slight Battles with an Obstreperous Mind
I am sitting at an airport, waiting for my OCD to strike my mind, or rather, to be conjured up by the malevolent part of it. As time moves on, I become increasingly comfortable with my own ridiculousness. Maybe some … Continue reading
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Soaked in Salt, He Prepared Himself for the sting of Twitter
When will the new Moses come down the mount with the commandments of the internet? When Darron Arronofsky makes him I imagine. On Milton Keynes Central Station platform, I sat down and had an ethical quandary. Shortly before I left … Continue reading
I Shot Myself in the foot…but tomorrow I’ll declare it as stigmata.
I shot myself in the foot, but tomorrow I’ll declare it as stigmata. Before you continue, I should make it clear that this not a “woe is me” post. I am having a lovely time touring, this is not about … Continue reading
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I hear rumours of Amanda Platell’s Face
I had an 30 minutes to waste at Nottingham Station, so I sat on a bench and wrote this. At about 547 words, I became suspicious I had written it before. Hell, it’s free… There seem to be more ways … Continue reading
Worse than any acceptance speech, an idiot writes about The Oscars
WARNING: I started writing this on the train, then lost all interest, and you will too. Just some rubbish about the Oscars by a man far from the know. Once upon a time, I loved The Oscars. I would stay … Continue reading
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Talking Life, Death and Deities to Under 7s – oh sceptic, have you failed?
Recently, I talked about my son’s experience with the tooth fairy at a skeptics in the pub event. Afterwards, in the question and maybe an answer session, I was asked whether, as a presumed sceptic and attempted rationalist, I felt … Continue reading
…Of gurgling hiccups and David Foster Wallace Lies. Even More Closely Observed Trains.
It is the time of the evening where the carefully chosen Friday night outfits have entered the hour of skewiff. Big men slur and say, “here we are Stevie, over here, over here Stevie…” seemingly too often, though Stevie remains … Continue reading