I have finally decided that I should do something with at least some of the content I wrote during the long-forgotten half decade of blogging that preceded An Unreliable Witness, so I have transferred a selection of the posts from those five years onto this site, tweaked them a little, and attempted to stick them […]
No no no, you misunderstand me. Having always had a reputation for possessing the most impeccably neat handwriting, it’s surprisingly encouraging to know that when I write on a screen using a mouse or in the condensation of a wintry window using my right index finger, I have the unleashed and maniacal scrawl of a […]
I used to be a quiet, self-effacing boy who wouldn’t put myself forward for anything, who wouldn’t say boo to a goose. Who wouldn’t even goose a goose, quite frankly. Yet maybe as a consequence of having a rather difficult year in 2006, and now having too much time on my hands and not enough […]
So the fact is that, for some days now, the Lord Jesus Christ has been riding a bicycle up and down the short corridor between my bedroom and my living-room. Being a rather retro Messiah, he appears to favour the classic 1970s-style Raleigh Chopper bike, the tyres of which are beginning to make deep grooves […]
An Unreliable Witness would like to interrupt your reading of Far More Interesting Websites Than This One to bring you some idle thoughts from the cutting edge of pointless online publishing (which all The Kids are apparently now calling “blogging” - no, me neither). Stand by your beds, because you may need to fall into […]
Be proud. Be this. Be that. Be another. Be something or other. Be anything you want to be, as long as it fits in with me.
You’ve got a crooked eye, you say. It’s not crooked, I say. It’s lazy. It simply can’t be bothered. One day it will close up, give up the ghost, put the […]
Look, it’s time for some honesty. I’m too long in the tooth to be proud, too far gone to be concerned with attempting to be cooler than cool. So I don’t mind admitting that tonight - in a move echoed across the land by, I suspect, most people of my generation - I will be […]