My Life In 6 Barbers

1. Toby's. 'Some of this grease is from sixty-six.' Slim. High-waisters; Levis'-greased; belted; (sometimes braced). Younger than I am now. Watched the waiters. Watched their edges. Whatever you want is a flat-top.

will i ever sleep again (and if i do will i dream of you)?

in the light play between the john street beeches i thought i caught a glimpse of you.but that couldn't be rightand is only half true. will I ever sleep again (and if i do will i dream of you)? i am a mystery, as you are to me; but we've both been 23, and therein lies the … Continue reading will i ever sleep again (and if i do will i dream of you)? →

Barringtone and Stephen EvEns pre-orders OPEN — Onomatopoeia Records

Those lovely folk at Onomatopoeia are keeping buzzy/busy over the coming months with some great releases... It still brings a shiver and a thrill to see cassettes as part of this mighty pantheon (HUM 11)... Ohh, and look! The fabulous Milk & Honey Band have a release also in October! Happy days. Whizz/Bang/Fizz xo … Continue reading Barringtone and Stephen EvEns pre-orders OPEN — Onomatopoeia Records →

one haircut today.

One haircut today, and that was first thing this morning. My winter duffel was too heavy for the hanger - it snapped. Dinner was a discount cottage pie and yesterday's beer. I dried the crockery on the arse of my jeans. The cutlery I dried on my sleeve. The laundry hangs in the August … Continue reading one haircut today. →

Underground Poetry.

Poetry is to be dropped at school as a GCSE option... but education experts warned that they wouldn't be able to stop teenagers writing at home at night.

A Thimble.

Tonight, laying in our bed - feet beached in sheets, salt beads on our brows, salt beads on our cheeks - the thought again about leaving. It was fleeting, like the lighthouse beam that plays across the headland, plays across the bay. The beam that threads the walls of this charmed room is a silken … Continue reading A Thimble. →