To those readers who might well be of the opinion that I haven’t been doing enough to maintain this site’s hard-won reputation as the nation’s premier Legblog, I humbly offer the following small anecdote.
The scene: yesterday afternoon, in a grey and uninspiring corridor near to my grey and uninspiring desk, located within a grey and uninspiring […]
1. First, I have got to admit that I have a problem.
2. My name is An Unreliable Witness, and I am an addict.
3. An addict of brightly-coloured, shiny tablets.
4. Each with a word written on them.
5. Though, in truth, I am only addicted to the words.
6. I long ago went beyond over-the-counter medication.
7. You can […]
In what would undoubtedly be just a cheap and pale imitation of an idea first thought up by Andre Jordan of Andre Jordan fame, I am thinking of taking up doodling and have today myself bought a packet of felt tip pens. Watch out, world.
Er, no, that’s not right. I mean, in a heartfelt homage to […]
Blood pumping. Heart racing. Fingers dancing. Keys rattling. Tapping. Not sure. Simply not sure. This is tomorrow’s all day. All our tomorrows could happen in just one day. The ocean is so far away.
I keep losing the few wits I have about me any and every time I see another part of you falling off this […]
Due to both a lack of inspiration and a lack of words - though regrettably not a lack of infuriating and utterly ridiculous made-up terms that I seem to keep spotting in various articles scattered throughout the popular press - I present the following list of new buzz phrases concerning the highly dubious pastime of […]
This was the someone I never knew.
There were only two formal but friendly phone calls, if that. A couple of back and forth email diversions. Pleasant. Nothing more, nothing less. Three years ago, half an age here, almost an entire lifetime over there.
No more words came after, because there was no need for any further communication. A […]
There are many things that keep me awake at night. Foremost amongst these, obviously, are the warped thoughts and imaginings of my own diseased mind. Then there is the concerned voice of my social conscience, fretting about the future of the human race and whether the planet is doomed to disappear forever in a coughing […]
They disappeared when I couldn’t sleep or when my slumber was chemically induced, but now, during these warm nights when everything physical rests as other scurrying footsteps turn my mind’s fixtures and fittings upside down, the soulweavers come to me on a frequent basis.
I wake in the cradle of darkness, my canopy briefly illuminated every few […]
Here’s my ironic approach, then. Write an entry for Blogging Against Disablism 2007 in which I blatantly put on display a whole slew of disgracefully disablist words. Shocking though they are - and hopefully you are all nodding vigorously in agreement and thinking to yourself that you wouldn’t dare use such phrases even in private, […]