September 24 2005 Croydon Phoned The Ship and Joel E trying to track down my scissors. No joy. Wrote a postcard to Nick B and one to Alaster G. Phoned Scream Studios and booked a rehearsal with Santiago for next week. Met Magic Sam at The Hogshead for lunch - tomato soup, crusty roll with … Continue reading Notes From a Fragile Island…29
The night before our wedding vows were exchanged, we changed the bedding. Cotton from Cairo to Carlisle, you said. And, amid these mills and pyramids unfolded, tucked and spread, we slept. o Dreamed freedoms formed from enslavements; cold words are never sentenced here. We have no need for apple crops, tobacco shops, or any other … Continue reading From Cairo To Carlisle.
The Soap Company return after a six year hiatus with Album 6 (Proper) 'Creative Looting in Times of Austerity'. Head honcho, Tony Soap, has pulled together another glistening, dystopian groovehouse - punkrock - synthpop future classic within which I am honoured to have played my part alongside old and new Soap Co. collaborators - Aurora … Continue reading Creative Looting in Times of Austerity/ The Soap Company
August 10 2015 Croydon The shopping centre reeks of men's hair product. The haircut remains the traditional short-back and sides, but edges toward something quite Hitlerite of late. There are too many men sporting baseball caps. Too many men in tight or ill-fitting sportswear. Too many oversized tee shirts proclaiming Old Guys Rule, Pink Floyd … Continue reading Notes From a Fragile Island…28
03.08.22 Nick B phones. He is in Whitby. He is asking for my address. I have to scrabble around in many notebooks trying to find it - I thought I lived in Whitley Bay, but I had better check. He says not to worry, there's a bus back to South Croydon leaving in ten minutes. … Continue reading dream diaries…113
He handed me a book saying, ever read Bukowski? Didn't like him then; less so, now. This was not the right answer. So, you think you write better? Better? Comparing breakfast to dinner.