Cemeteries bring me peace. I think this is because, like every other member of my generation, I long for the Eternal Sleep. The dead have it easy—even easier than the rich, who have the money to never worry, and the stupid, who lack the brainpower to comprehend their own pitiful existence. Cadavers need not concern themselves about finding employment and paying the bills: they have … Continue reading Clean out Your Dead, We Have a Planet to Save.
For those of you who are avid followers of my life and exploits, you are no doubt aware that some weeks ago I bought a typewriter. And if you’re not, you are now. Only recently have I managed to find time to do use it for any prolonged amount of time. When it arrived on that Wednesday or Thursday, I gave it a little try … Continue reading The Pain of the Typewritist
For some unknown reason there are people out there who to wish know what their ancestors were like. Who Do You Think You Are? remains popular well into its seventeenth series (or season, if you’re an American). Barely five minutes passes on the television before something pops up from Ancestry wherein some man with a Northern accent comments about how knowing his Great-Great-Grandfather was a … Continue reading On the Origins of Namesies
For the past three months the Orwell Quay in Ipswich has been the berthing place of the Verhalen Ark, a floating museum replica of Noah’s Ark. Inside this museum there is, among other things, models and displays of Adam and Eve (or Eva, as the signs on board say); Cain and Abel; Moses; and, of course, Noah and his Ark. During most of its time … Continue reading The Museum in the Marina
CD Projekt’s The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt was released worldwide on 19 May, 2015. I bought it on release day, despite not playing the first two Witcher games. This meant that during the scene in Vizima where Geralt is interrogated over the events of the first two games, my eyes glossed over as the history of name after name of nobodies who held no significance … Continue reading Master Witcher, Master Gwenter
On my bookshelf there is a book of writing prompts. I did not buy this myself. It was a Valentine’s Day gift given by a former flame. Along with this she bought me a bookmark in the shape of the Loch Ness Monster and a pin badge in the shape of a typewriter which has the phrase: ‘You are my type’ for the keys. Evidently … Continue reading Bookmarks, Bookshelves and Writing Prompts
How do we explain the phenomenon of celebrity spotting? What is the biological, psychological or, indeed, metaphysical reasoning behind the response—that jolt in the senses—that comes with seeing someone who lives in the public eye? Is it a feeling akin to passing by a friend or an acquaintance—a neurological response indicating that you know this person and should say ‘hello’ before your conscious takes over … Continue reading Celebrity Spotting in Ipswich Town