Last night I continued my quest to be Britain’s least sophisticated man by walking out of MIFs Arvo Pärt concert just before the interval. Why? Well it was certainly more me than him. Everyone else liked it. But… Earlier in the day I had spotted, glanced at, and then strongly dismissed a copy of the Shamen’s… More ‘alf o’ Pärt
There is a perversity, a sickness, at the heart of today’s budget. It divides society in half. To be young is to be second class in Osborne’s economy. It is inevitable that those who support a party will be most pleased with their policies but has any government so obviously, and so vehemently, attacked that… More Tough on childhood. Tough on the causes of Childhood.
Toward the end of the first half of wonder.land, Alice and her avatar sing a duet. With only her ‘better’ self for company, Alice manages to unburden her thoughts and, for a minute or so, the disparate parts of the musical come together to make a beautiful whole. It is hard not to be moved… More wonder.land review
I didn’t go to Glastonbury. Instead I have had to put up with Sean Keaveny spending a morning rubbishing Kanye West and eulogising every bland indie or rock band that played. As I type he is playing Motorhead, Lemmy mumbling his way through The Ace of Spades (despite the fact he has had thirty five… More Thinking about Festivals etc…
What is Bad Language? It is an amazeball. Why? Well… Because Bad Language is I… Met up with four people I knew off of that twitter for Bad Language’s literary pub quiz where… I bought my first David Gaffney book because… I saw him read for the first time and he was so good… that… More Happy Birth-thing Bad Language!!!
So. I’m back. Probably. Hello. The blog was looking a bit unloved so I shipped everything to somewhere else and, well, here we are, with a new look and everything. I think it will be nice once there are a few more posts up. We’ll see eh? I’ve got to write them first. I don’t… More Where are we? Where were we?