false grit- half man half biscuit

This blog was originally going to be a warts ‘n’ all writing procedural. Over the last year or so, the process of continuing to exist has meant a lot more focus on politics and the criminal behaviour of our betters, I’ve been looking into the Victorian era of late, an idea I’ve had for April’s […]

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autoimmune – pharmakon

No entry last week as the (virtually) impossible has happened. Although I pride myself on my overall health and take enough minerals and vitamins every morning to count as a superhero, one got through. While all around me were collapsing with the sabre-toothed stomach bug and updating their Facebook status from a miasma of diarrhoea […]

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breathe – pink floyd

By the time you read this, I’ll have been off the fags a week. Or perished in the attempt. DAY ONE: No urge-to-smoke on waking. Didn’t even bother using the e-cig until i’d been up almost four hours. After finally using it, wrote scathing, sarcastic attack on the rebranding of the August bank holiday as […]

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no sacrifice – nocturnal emissions

I’ve been rickety all week. Struck down with the gentleman-flu – the galloping gentleman-flu. I have generated mucous from my face-holes, low-or-no energy and savaged concentration. That said, writing up my daily journal this morning (I didn’t, right over the days-of-sickness) I found myself drawing on memories from saturday morning as if I was squeezing […]

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