Archive for January, 2007

Random acts of stationery #1

Once upon a blog

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 […]

Scrawl me sometime

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 […]

Whoring for fun and profit

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 […]

Eternal sunset of the idle mind

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 […]

In which I sing the poorest song

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 […]

This (was never my) Life

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 […]