I have such a thing for Gosling that I’m amazed I haven’t written about him before and if I have then he deserves two. I made the foolish mistake of thinking of him as just a romantic lead, incapable of what is humans call emotions but oh no, he is much more. I make this […]
Monthly Archives: August 2012
Reiny daze.
It feels weird going back to work as a peasant when yesterday I ate like a king. For those who haven’t seen our constant reminders of that via various outputs Kate and I went for afternoon tea at The Ritz. It was amazing. I appreciate that there is a level of decadence to it but […]
Putting on the Ritz.
So today is quite exciting. I’m going for afternoon tea at The Ritz. There’s a sentence I never thought I’d say. I bought Kate a voucher for tea for two for her birthday back in May and this was the soonest we could get a table, obviously the bourgeoisie love a scone. We’ve got to […]
Newsweek.
I’ve spent the last couple forays feeling neurotic as hell. The fact is that I’m waiting on other people, waiting on news that could alter a lot of what I’ve got going on, and today is the first of two days this week when I am supposed to hear back regarding one of them. I’m […]
Bank holiday Monday freeform jazz odyssey post
I’ve got some raisin toast and black coffee at my side, I don’t have a top on and I’m ready to do some writing. By that I don’t just mean a blog post, I’d like to finally get the first in a long line of short stories completed, it’s been kicking about at the four […]
Reading on review.
Morning. Or if it isn’t morning, where have you been? I feel I need to clarify a few points before I write this post. The first is that despite what I am due to say I very much appreciate the opportunity to see live music, I feel privileged to get to enjoy the music I […]
Swapping reading for Reading.
I’m off to Reading within the hour. It’s my first journey back to the festival in two years (I did go to Glastonbury last year), since Arcade Fire and The Libertines played and they had to scrape me off the metaphorical ceiling at the end of the night. I was in love and I was […]
Mancrush Friday – Marc Bolan.
I think it’s only fair following on from last weeks mancrush that I give this week over to Mr Bolan, responsible for a generation of 70’s teenyboppers naming their children Marc, yes I know a few. I think it’s easy to disregard what Bolan was doing, as at the time it wasn’t particularly ‘cool’ to […]
Hunger – a flash fiction piece.
There was a moment of shock and burning as the shoddily constructed flap at the bottom of the door was pushed open and a tray of what could almost be described as food was shoved through it, slopping its grey contents over the lip of the plate and skid marking the floor as it came […]
Joy Formidable at The Lexington.
It’s fair to say that prior to last night my interest in Welsh three piece Joy Formidable was a passing one. Despite my girlfriend’s desperate pleas that they are one of the best bands of the last decade. We got to see them at a 200 person venue in Angel/Islington last night and I couldn’t […]
