There are many reasons for somebody to find themselves on a bridge. Perhaps they can’t swim and need some way to cross a river. Perhaps they can swim but they’d really rather not, because it’s just too late in the afternoon for that sort of thing. Maybe they can swim and they want to swim, but they have a job to do and they simply don’t have the time to waste. These are all very valid reasons to find somebody on a bridge, reasons that might apply to many different people. These reasons do not apply to Sam Hester, however.Read more "Sam’s on a bridge"
A (possibly) weekly presentation of badly researched and (in my opinion) peculiar facts (if they can really be called facts, which they can’t), stories (retold by me, only worse), or news (which will all be old and no longer interesting). This week, yesterdays future, today!Read more "Weird World: Yesterdays future, today!"
A (maybe) weekly presentation of badly researched and (in my opinion) peculiar facts (if they can really be called facts, which they can’t), stories (retold by me, only worse), or news (which will all be old and no longer interesting). This week, the story of the Hopkinsville Goblins!Read more "Peculiar Planet – The Hopkinsville Goblins"
There was once upon a time a boy who loved Christmas, and he loved it more than life itself. He loved the snow, and he loved the presents, and he loved the cosy warm fire that his grandma always kept alight through the winter months. But the thing about Christmas that he loved the most, and the thing that was, in fact, the little boy’s most favourite thing in all the world, was the North Pole sky.Read more "The North Pole Tunnel – A Family Fable"
“I’m talking about him, with his big fat tip tap typing fingers. That’s what this is, you know. It’s some weird puppet show so he can watch us fuck. Well it’s not happening. It doesn’t matter what he does, I’m not-“Read more "Various failed attempts to begin a script"
I’m sitting on a rough ledge, dusted white and overlooking a sheer drop. The sun is warm against my back, which is a truly unexpected kind of hug, especially here in the U.K. Wind roars past in frantic gusts, drowning out the periodic buzz of the crickets. When I catch the sound, like the spokes of a bicycle spinning as they catapult someone across the world, I think about the twisting roads that snake around these endless, sloping mountains, and how perfectly terrifying they would be to race along.Read more "Getaway"
The website Rainymood is a recent addition to my arsenal of heavy duty anti-sadness firepower.Read more "Rainymood"