Space baby.

What a weird experience. This weekend I visited Window To The Womb (henceforth abbreviated to W2TW), a 3D baby scanning centre of excellence. I don’t know. Before you worry that I’ve somehow become the living embodiment of Schwarzenegger’s character in Junior, I can confirm that I do not have a bun in the oven. The … More Space baby.


That’s the number of words I have written this month. It’s probably more. I’ve sent a lot of text messages. 63,630 is my word count for National Novel Writing Month 2016. I’m calling it. It will now be some time before I can look at that book again but I am excited about it and … More 63630

Five Years

Five years ago today I tragically lost a very good friend. How strange that time has been. I often find myself thinking of him, wondering what he would make of the world as it is today. There is no doubt in my mind that he wouldn’t have been happy with the ending of Peep Show … More Five Years

The First 20k.

They say the first cut is the deepest. By they, I mean animal-print-clad pork swordsman Rod Stewart. I can’t account for that. I suppose it’s possible the first cut could be like a tester and then they could really take the plunge. Initially see how malleable the flesh is, then go up to the hilt. … More The First 20k.