holidays in the sun – sex pistols

Ah well, that’s another NaNo ‘finished’ (if any book can ever be considered to be finished!) More correctly, that’s another first draft squeezed and grunted and screamed out, bloody and violent and shit-smeared but, by God, beautiful. It’s not perfect, but it’ll lie fallow for a few months or years, before I get down to […]

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talent is a vampire – bongwater

I read somewhere that all the living we do is pure research. “That which does not kill/more grist for the mill”. For years, I’ve prided myself on being a method writer; I’ve done – and continue to do – all my own stunts. The process of writing is all about rigorous honesty. Back in the […]

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boredom – the buzzcocks

Still thinking about draconian governments and the jobless being used like a political football. It’s a shame the most vocal opposition to this government seems mired in a very black-and-white misery of its own. “Don’t be fucking,” they clamour. “And definately, do not be committing all that pervy stuff.” As if that wasn’t bad enough, […]

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stupidity – dr feelgood

I’m working too much. Worst of all, the job’s actually pretty good fun. Something I can get my teeth into, an activity that demands my full concentration for a goodly chunk of each day and leaves me spent and gary glittered after it’s over. I’m pretty lucky. Most people don’t have jobs that’ll let them […]

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blockheads – ian dury and the blockheads

I’ve stared to mind map august’s happenings in coalface. Mibby that’s the way through this block – structure. So I have the bare bones of this month. All I have to do now is flesh it out and make it a bit viler! Piece of piss. I went back and reread what I’ve written already. […]

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expressway to yr skull – sonic youth

I feel slightly out-of-condition. Somewhere I’ve lost the ability – and focus – to write every day. Still, now I’ve identified the problem, hopefully I can rip its lungs out. The plan: I’m still keeping my (near) daily journal, still trying to write in here as often as I can. And when there’s time, I’m […]

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heat – soft cell

This heat’s killing me. I’m just not designed for it. I’m permanently floored, like a hangover with neither beginning nor end. Each day, I exceed my brain’s maximum operating temperature and each night, I’m wiped out. I have no energy, all I want to do is blob out. If I wasn’t working just now, I […]

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puppet life – punishment of luxury

I’m at that stage now with coalface where I feel like the puppet master – my wee creations are flitting about, doing my bidding (for the most part!) and the plot is progressing reasonably smoothly. Ok, this never lasts, but for now, I’m enjoying the experience of watching the in-skull movie unfold. This weather’s killing […]

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lost again – yello

The experiment is over. I’m back home as of this afternoon. I’m exhausted, sore all over and toasted by the sun, but delighted to have had the opportunity to be dragged out of my comfort zone. And, most importantly, being separated from phone coverage, the internet and television for a week, I was able to […]

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lights out – ufo

That’s me finished work and in the gym on the machineries of suffering. Today’s endorphine-frenzy is brought to you by the number *rocket from the crypt* and the colour *scream dracula, scream*. I’m writing this on the cycle. Normally, I’d be on twatter and faceboak, rubbing my sarcasm in people’s eyes like nanook with two […]

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