Cassettes Live @ Three Tanners Bank — Experiments in Fiction

First time back out in a while at the cool 3 Tanners Bank in North Shields where I Was made most welcome by the crew and crowd. I Wonder where three years went... Many thanks to Experiments In Fiction for capturing the evening in words and film. Thank you. https://www.youtube.com/embed/A0-5hFBHMq8?version=3&rel=1&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&fs=1&hl=en&autohide=2&wmode=transparent Marking their post-pandemic return to … Continue reading Cassettes Live @ Three Tanners Bank — Experiments in Fiction →

hescho peech

I took my pen from a pocket and, for no reason that I could comprehend, blacked out several letters in the headings and, with not a notion of Situationist or cut-up theory, but with an urgent and divine energy, The School Speech became he Scho peech, which, in turn, instinctively, could not become anything but … Continue reading hescho peech →

English Teeth.

We sat, the six of us, on two black, vinyl settees facing each other and waited in the waiting room to be interviewed for the orthodontic apprentice technician position. A clock ticked on a wall, a cheese plant slouched by a window, old magazines were splayed on a glass-topped table. The nearest publication had a … Continue reading English Teeth. →

Cavalier With A Candle.

05/11/73 (Waddon) Guy Fawkes' Night - which will add some vague, visual and historical, romantic poetics to an otherwise quite commonplace tale - I discovered a cat, a tiny, shadow of a cat, on the front door mat. She mouthed a yellow miaow, which is cat chat for thank you (I picked up some cat, … Continue reading Cavalier With A Candle. →

Notes From a Fragile Island. 10

January 11th 2005 (Croydon) More flowers in the alley between George St. and Park St. Condolence for a kid killed by a bouncer at Flares: Goodbye m8. God Bless. Gutted. RIP. The bouncer was charged with murder on January 1st - what a way to start the year! The news doesn't surprise. I witnessed from … Continue reading Notes From a Fragile Island. 10 →

scratches in the sunlight.

I packed a stack of old records in a Tesco's bag and took a 109 into Croydon. Some were mine, some were yours; once upon a time we called them ours. Tim looked sad as he opened up that Tesco's bag and spread out all that vinyl on the counter. He pointed out some scratches … Continue reading scratches in the sunlight. →