erotic neurotic – the saints

I’ve written quite a bit of erotica this week, mostly to try to see what kind of voice comes over in it. It’s been a challenge, but I wanted to see if I could write in this style. After the chaos ‘n’ carnage of the last month, a bit of nice simple filth was a […]

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don’t do what you’re told, do what you think – throbbing gristle

I first heard throbbing gristle’s ‘united’ in january of 1981 on cherry red’s ‘business unusual’ compilation. Paddy used to share a bedsit with Wattie Buchan, but had moved out to East Craigs to live with four other semi-disturbed young people. East Craigs was – and may well still be – a desolate, tarkovskian wasteland with […]

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thy gift of tongues – chris and cosey (CTI)

I started writing some erotica today. Something I haven’t done in quite a while – weeks. I’m not sure it’s publishable – in fact, I can’t imagine me showing it to anyone in the foreseeable future, but, as an exercise in writing to purpose, I’m happy with how it turned out. Writing erotica, particularly when […]

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I’m the face – the high numbers

Facebook (n); popular social media site; directory of cunts one has pushed out of one’s life for valid reasons; a gaily-coloured waste of time. I have a love/hate relationship with faceboak. On the one hand, I maintain a presence there so that people can find me if need be; on the other, I rarely go […]

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Where’s your head at – basement jaxx

I got up this morning and wrote a page of daily journal. Not a massive, decisive triumph, but the first time I’ve been able to do that in almost a fortnight. It’s taking me longer than is traditional, but I AM managing. This sickness is receding, it’s dying, falling away from me – finally. Every […]

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rtx – heavy gator

I finally bit the bullet and signed into the 1919 groups on facebook and fetlife to explain that ‘1919 (outside)’ would be delayed. It feels like taking a step backwards, but with this illness, there’s no way I have the concentration to revise the manuscript before the end of the month. I need to put […]

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Read it in books – echo and the bunnymen

I’m sneezing a lot today. On top of all the coughing – and what I’ve got coming up is the colour of aventurine just now. Form an orderly queue, ladies. I got away from work this morning and crawled home. Four inches of snow means the buses have to stick to the main roads. I’m […]

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the leopards (featuring gardenia & the mighty slug) – marc bolan & t.rex

I hate being this weak. The older I get, the more I turn into my father. Which is odd. I never really got to know the guy before he died in 1980. He wasn’t that fond of kids and just as I was attaining a sort of manhood and he could finally start to relate […]

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i crawled – swans

Feeling rough as arseholes again today. I got up early and crawled through the snow to dunfermline for the record fair. With the recent redesignation of all HMV and fopp staff as ‘fucking scroungers’, record fairs are the only way I (or anyone else) can still experience the magic of trawling through boxes of disks, […]

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granddad – clive dunn

(Continued) so, now that I’m finally starting to recover, I look around, survey the damage. Not being able to write – not even my daily journal – left me feeling pretty down. It’s miserable, being unable to communicate. Like a sabre-toothed motor neurone disease, a working mind trapped in a rotting, ancient body with nothing […]

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