We’re eating at a chain restaurant. Italian. Big pepper mills and oil bottles with long dead chillies in them. I’m in love with the un-her now. The everything she isn’t. She suspects something.
Fiction
Visionary Catholic lad
Month: November 2017
Thoughts
Somewhere in the blue mist that the sea forms with the sky. Somewhere between the foams and the wet air, where idle boats yaw and sleeping men rest next to drying fish. Seeping out of the horizon – a slow and gentle murmur filling the room, a hushed, quiet dancing…
Food & Drink
I think we have all been there, waking up on a Sunday morning with a hazy glare in the eyes, rolling over the covers to see what you brought back last night. This was my Saturday morning after an out of hand Summer party the night before. Hawaiian themed with an open…
Art & Design
There are days when I hate technology. Where I want to do nothing but throw our phone out the back of the 390 down York Way and renounce the world for its obnoxious descent into digital madness. Then there are days where I can’t help but marvel at the miracle.…
Food & Drink
London is vast. A city that most Londoners themselves will only have ever seen a tiny portion of. Still, that doesn’t stop the expanding attractions that you find dotted around town. Over the last few years I’ve seen even London’s Southbank blossoming. I remember a while back there was one beer stand, serving…
Fiction
The display blinked then disappeared. He was alone again. The room around him seemed deeper and darker than before, the endless expanse of the internet having drifted off into the nothingness from which it came. Michael sat there watching the embers of his hard drive slowly grind to a halt,…
Fashion
Don’t kid yourself. It may be warm and sunny right now, but winter is just around the corner. And whilst the prospect of freezing cold nights and debates about putting on the heating are nothing to look forward to, Kestin Hare’s Autumn/Winter 16 collection certainly is. Who Is Kestin Hare? In…
Fashion
It’s cold up north. And even colder even further up north. It’s there where the winds curse and get bitterly into your being and make you hurt. Though there’s something in the frankness of the air, something about its cleanness that seems to produce such stark sights. Such captivating imagery. With its whites…
Food & Drink
Let me start by saying I’m not a cleanse guy. Not at all. I’m a bacon sandwich and cigarette after the gym type of guy. Eight pints of beer on a Tuesday, spends Wednesday wondering why he feels so bad type of a guy. Slouched at the back of a…
Thoughts
When my father sleeps the mosquitos come out to feast.