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)
Why being a quarter of a century didn’t destroy me
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
You’ve got to try.
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.
Gigs AKA How to tell if you’re becoming a cranky old bastard.
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.
‘Just finish it already’.
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’.
Why we can see it in others
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
These days
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
Orchestrating my eulogy
Through no fault of my own I’ve been to a number of funerals lately, and with all the grieving aside (because that’s something far too private to blog about even for me) it has got me thinking about when I’m eventually lowered. When one of my dear friends passed away late last year it was…… Continue reading Orchestrating my eulogy
Tell me why (I’m alright with Mondays)
There was a time when I cursed Monday mornings, and in doing so decided to wrap Sunday evening up in that because it was part of my downfall. There’s a feeling I used to get at about five pm on a Sunday evening that I can only relate to hand in deadlines at University, that…… Continue reading Tell me why (I’m alright with Mondays)
Food, inglorious food
This is quite fitting because I’m actually hungry (which for this time in the morning is highly unusual). It’s a topic that comes up quite a lot at home, at work and out and about because I have a very strange relationship with food. I’ve always been a skinny little thing, never peaking the eleven…… Continue reading Food, inglorious food
Paul Schiernecker 