Category: Words

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A Warm Bottle

His shift being almost over, he walks into the kafić, sits at the counter and orders a beer. “But not out of the fridge!” he barks at the konobar. “It’s too fucking cold. Like a nun’s cunt. Ha!” “No, no,” says the konobar, taking a beer out of the fridge....

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New – Flash Fiction!

Hello gentle readers! I know that you’re all really keen to be picking up more of what I’m putting down. So I’m very pleased to announce the launch of my new project ‘Friday Flash Fiction’. Every Friday I’ll be publishing a new short fiction piece – under 500 words, or...

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Trollopey Women

I have a bit of an on-again-off-again love affair with Anthony Trollope. I recently completed what could only be called a Trollope marathon, smashing out a Palliser novel every 1-2 weeks. I’m not even sure if I enjoyed them, I just had to get through them. But they did make...

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Google’s Specs

No matter how connected you are, do you ever sometimes get the impression that Google just doesn’t get you? It’s no secret that I love books. I love them so much I frequently fall asleep with one on my chest, under the pillow, on the floor, over my face… sometimes...

The Shortest History of Europe – John Hirst 0

The Shortest History of Europe – John Hirst

I smashed through this book in just one Sunday afternoon and two days of commuting. It really is the shortest little history of Europe you’re likely to encounter. Chinese civilisation was for a long period more advanced than European. From China, Europe acquired printing, paper-making, the compass, gunpowder and locks...

Dead Souls 0

Dead Souls

I started reading Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol in February 2011… and I just finished it. Gah what a hard going piece of work it is, to be sure. I started reading it through DailyLit which is a good concept but somehow just didn’t work for me. Probably because I...

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10. Dear Christmas Warehouse

Dear Christmas Warehouse, With your lights and reindeer and mistletoe, trees, Santas, sleds and snow always on display – no matter what the time – effects and ephemera inscrutable to the clime, shooting forth tendrils of tinsel, kitsch-besmirched wall hangings, yard statues, mobiles, dioramas, singing penguins, of course singing penguins,...

Isn’t god a shit? 3

Isn’t god a shit?

In the hope of keeping him quiet for a few hours Freddy & I have bet Randolph [Churchill, son of Winston] 20 pounds that he cannot read the whole Bible in a fortnight. It would have been worth it at the price. Unhappily it has not had the result we...

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9. Dear Man Over There

Dear Man Over There, From my desk tucked in behind my wardrobe, I can see your balcony – which is almost as big as my shoebox apartment. I can see all the balconies of all the apartments on this side of your building. Did you know, Man, that you are...

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8. Dear Running Shoes

Dear Running Shoes, I used to have dreams where I would run and run for hours. Sometimes in my dreams I would lean back, and at a particular angle I could take my feet off the ground and yet keep on running. Sometimes I would think to myself – on...