Sometimes people speak and I just feel a bit… uncomfortable. Y’know, like when you see someone giving their child the bollocking of a lifetime that seems just a little bit too extreme, but you can’t decide whether or not you’re overreacting. I feel like that a lot. Advertisements
Coincidences are one of life’s Funky Little Things, aren’t they? Back in the olden days, when blokes in pubs used to argue about who scored what goal in 1968 like their lives depended on it until someone, exasperated, made the journey home to pick up a tattered copy of the 1968 Score! Annual and prove… Read More Let us not be defined by the things we hate…
A couple of weeks ago, I was lucky enough be in the audience of a specially commissioned BBC Question Time Arts Special. It was part of the BBC Get Creative Campaign, of which Art on the Street is a champion. Held at the BBC Radio Theatre, it was a who’s who of the arts including… Read More BBC Arts Question Time
I first read that quote sat in the English room of my hateful Catholic Secondary School when I was 17 years old. I remember the exact set of circumstances. I was venturing out into the world alone for the first time, but simultaneously studying and I remember thinking that I even though I was demanding… Read More “I believe that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise”
I’m reaching political saturation point. Seriously, I’m so sick of the sound of political voices and the smug fucking crumply-suited dead-eyed bodies that hang off the back of them. I have The Fatigue. More than fatigue, I find myself wandering down the well-worn shit-track of voter apathy. Well, they’re all wankers and we’re essentially all… Read More ‘Joyful Revolution?’ Is that like a ‘Happy Finish’, Russell?