An Artist’s Impression of Last Night’s Game
Lambs to the Slaughter
Last week was unrelenting, so much so that didn’t end until Wednesday. In addition to my usual duties – none of which you would care for me to enumerate – I had to take part in seven plays in six days. This is the very reason that I gave up GSCE Drama; that and the [...]
Everyone is reading New Escapologist, even beautiful women
The exciting new issue of New Escapologist has arrived, at last, at my home, where it is now being read by everybody. It is the longest issue yet released, with over one hundred pages, and looks as beautiful as ever. Moreso, even, as the lovely Ms. Samara Lieber has designed a new-look cover. It deals [...]
Authors on Stamps
“Elvis was a hero to most, but he never meant shit to me. Most of my heroes ain’t appeared on no stamp.” Chuck D., Fight the Power.
Master Flea or Master Piece? Fate decides
Several years ago (as many as four), I received a copy of The Golden Pot in the post. There was no why nor how about it, no letter of introduction or explanation. It had simply arrived at my door in a brown jiffy bag, with my name and address on the front, in a script [...]
Working Title: All Good Boys Despise Froots
The young people that mostly comprise Tales Of The…, the Nirish genre-fiction blog collective, were roped into contributing to the recent Belfast One Minute Film Festival by someone. I believe it was me, as I don’t have a camera. In one afternoon, it was agreed that we would write and record as many one minute [...]
Drink & Draw, Dec. 6th
Some images taken from Monday evening’s Drink & Draw at Castro’s Cafe. Ten minutes to sketch each individual pose and fifteen minutes for each pairing. The theme was Broken Up, but, as I had no idea what this meant, I opted for the more traditional Christian Martyrdom. Thankfully, the models, Jude and Amelia, possessed all [...]
In Collaboration with Stuart Baile
This evening, I will speak with Mr. Stuart Bailie at his usual time for receiving guests. Our topic for two-hours is, reflexively, the pop collaboration, which will, no doubt, tail off towards the end, as all of my two-hour conversation tend to. The pleasure of compiling the play list was the ease with which one [...]
The Word Anthologies Always Reminds Me Of My Crippling Childhood Lisp
My past has come back to haunt me, not in the ethereal or peripheral presence of a spectre, but in the imposing, solid physicality of books. Two anthologies are to be released this month that include my own juvenilia, alongside the fully-formed, mature works of others. I wrote several pieces for Edinburgh’s The One O’Clock [...]
Introducing Prof. Johnston, As He Did Me
Several weeks ago, I wrote a few brief paragraphs on Jacques Brel, none of which you will remember. Amongst the searing insights, I said many things: “At least, though” for example and “a perversion of himself” for another. Most lamentably, I concluded with this most off-hand statement: “Incidentally, the most accurate translation of Brel’s works, [...]
