It's hard to review a book you've read at least ten times because you're instantly hung up on it all when you start. A friend (the same one who couldn't work out why he didn't have an Aston Martin) asked me how I could possibly read the same book more than once. Friend is a … Continue reading Now that’s what I call a first novel (an almost review of Less Than Zero)
I turned 25 last month, an age I previously would have referred to as being adult. At eighteen I assumed that by twenty-five I'd be set in my ways, have my own place, maybe even be married, silly little eighteen year old me. The state of play as I see it id that I'm twenty … Continue reading Why being a quarter of a century didn’t destroy me
I was on a bus this morning (because I'm a sucker for sharing my travel time with twisted broke fuckers) and spotted an old school friend who I haven't seen in a while. We had a bit of a catch up on the way to our mutual destination and he asked what I had been … Continue reading You’ve got to try.
In the last week I have been to three gigs, namely Civil Wars, The Shins and Noah & The Whale. I've got a few observations I would like to share with you, but heads up now, this isn't a triple review. The first is the issue of cameras and smartphones being used to capture the … Continue reading Gigs AKA How to tell if you’re becoming a cranky old bastard.
That was the best piece of advice I got for my novel, and this weekend I managed to finish it and now I'm bummed out that I won't be able to feed that back to the person who provided me with such a sound turn of phrase. I don't know if you read my blog … Continue reading ‘Just finish it already’.
Last night I was sat in the pub with some friends from the improvised comedy workshop I attend. We were all lovingly stroking each others egos and I got to thinking: 'why can't people see how good they are?' Example: one of the guys at improv is also a talented guitarist and songwriter but he … Continue reading Why we can see it in others
Nothing can make you miss your glory days like being trapped inside on a beautiful afternoon like this. I'm a writer so I'm not particularly adept to the outside world but how I would love to be a part of it today. It reminds me of those hot Spring and Summer months at University when … Continue reading These days