Archive for December, 2006

One Crowded Hour

Hush. Like all the best things in life, it starts quietly. By streets and miles, leaps and bounds, there is abso­lutely no com­pet­i­tion for the song that meant the most to me in 2006. Unusu­ally, it even man­ages to be a track that was released over this past rather strange year, too. For me, that’s […]

The year of the lost you

Don’t look back. You only end up get­ting a pain in the neck from all that cran­ing. I don’t remem­ber much of what happened before June, to be hon­est. I remem­ber meet­ing two people with whom I instantly clicked — and as is the tra­di­tional way, with whom I quickly decided I simply had to […]

Unsent letter #2

Dear You, I will con­fess to hav­ing been obsessed lately, think­ing day and night amd all points inbetween of what phys­ical object I can pos­sibly send you to accom­pany these failed missives of apathy and tor­ment, writ­ten with such dili­gence and care before they are torn up and thrown dis­missively into the flames. This morning, […]

Animal Fables: Robin

Once upon a time, there lived a pug­na­cious robin called Regin­ald. Why was Regin­ald pug­na­cious? Well, because it was in his genes, in his upbring­ing. It was how male robins were sup­posed to be. That’s why, in the weeks approach­ing Christ­mas, Regin­ald simply hated being fawned over by passing humans clad in long winter coats, […]

Oh, you know, festive stuff

That is undoubtedly the best blog post title ever, as I’m sure you’ll agree. It’s just so elo­quent, excit­ing, dra­matic, com­mit­ted. It makes you want to read the words that fol­low. It makes you drool with anti­cip­a­tion, in a way that your eld­erly aunt’s offer of yet another sod­ding mince pie no longer can. Doesn’t […]

Misfits #3: spoonfuls of spells

I have been try­ing to decide whether we would drink cof­fee, tea or some­thing stronger. Caf­feine addict that I am, the tempta­tion would be to serve extra strong cof­fee and then gabble away nine­teen to the dozen until deep into the night, only retreat­ing to our beds at dawn once we had revealed far too […]

Stranger strange

Someone stu­pid asked if we were friends. There was a chilly silence from the assembled drunken masses, until the moment when you revealed an iron crow­bar kept in the lin­ing of your jacket. Over there, a jaw loosened. Over here, a hand seized. “Did you come armed for trouble?” I asked, pulling on your sleeve […]

Never a crossed word

I slept for three and a half hours at the back of my mind, thereby leav­ing my cereb­ral cor­tex free to per­form acts of incred­ible dar­ing as it delved into the withered recesses of my memory, atten­tion, per­cep­tual aware­ness, think­ing, lan­guage and con­scious­ness. “Did you find any­thing?” I whispered, hoarsely. But there was no answer. […]

Lurking on page 123

I have been ‘tagged’, though not in the same way in which a crim­inal is tagged in order to track their where­abouts when they’re released on early licence. No, not that sort of tag­ging. Instead, I have been tagged with a meme. Gosh, in all my years of blog­gery I don’t think I’ve ever been […]

Can I be a blogger when I is all growed up?

I have spent the vast major­ity of today dread­ing the arrival of the new year. For once, this is not due to immensely per­sonal insec­ur­it­ies and deeply-held psy­cho­lo­gical fears about spend­ing the next twelve months des­per­ately alone, unloved and unwanted. Not yet, any­way. They don’t gen­er­ally creep into my dis­eased mind until some time around […]

The true meaning of …

The day you lose all your fac­ulties will be the day I use a plastic fork to slowly remove your eye­balls from their sock­ets. I’ll keep them in a small jewel box, thought­fully lined with deep purple vel­vet. That will be the point at which I’ll know that we’re finally ready to grow old and […]

Personality? What personality?

Some of my favour­ite — er, as in least favour­ite — moments in life have come to pass when online per­son­al­ity tests have sucked me into their mali­cious, soul-destroying clutches, only to con­firm that there was ulti­mately no need to waste ten pre­cious minutes of my exist­ence to be told some­thing about myself that I […]

The Insignificant Awards 2007

(Because awards are insig­ni­fic­ant, but blogs are not.) The Insig­ni­fic­ant Awards is the world’s most unheard of blog com­pet­i­tion. It’s a place for the undis­covered to be dis­covered. As the annual web­log pop­ular­ity com­pet­i­tions begin once more, we at The Insig­ni­fic­ant Headquar­ters wish to praise, encour­age and salute the unknown blogs that sit in the unrewarded […]

Unsent letter #1

Dear You, Please appre­ci­ate that these are not my words. I stole them from a passing Aus­tralian — the one whose voice has a dis­tinctly smoke-filled timbre. He also pos­sesses a strange taste in foot­wear, and har­bours abso­lutely no regard for per­sonal hygiene. “My dreams have caught me out. I find myself sur­roun­ded by the […]

Suspicious bump?

Did I fall out of bed and land on my head dur­ing the night? This can surely be the only pos­sible explan­a­tion as to how, in the space of eight short hours, I became an apostle of the Cult Of Pos­it­iv­ity. I want a tam­bour­ine and an unin­tel­li­gible chant, and I want them now. Give […]