Bristol is one of the few UK locations still on my "must visit" list, and Shanti Celeste's guide to the city's nightlife has only made me keener. I was really disappointed to miss her at Bloc Weekend last month; alas, I find that planning to see anything at music festivals is a recipe for disappointment, especially when with big groups of people who all have...
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I can't believe it's been three months since I last posted, and about as long since I've been visiting the site on a regular basis. I have no idea how so long has passed - I've got no major life events or catastrophes to report, although I have been fairly busy with work and social stuff. Needless to say I've got a lot to catch...
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"Write more fiction" and "blog more often" were two of my resolutions for 2014, and at this stage I'm not really keeping them. The resolutions were never intended as strict goals, but they...
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A brief summary of my day:
- Head out early to pick up essentials for the week (read: coffee beans).
- Pay for coffee, come home, drink coffee, get on with some work.
- 1pm. About to head out for food when I realise I don't know where my bank card is.
- Frantic searching. Still no bank card.
- Maybe I accidentally left it...
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Between the mild hangover I'm nursing after last night's drinking and dancing + the fact that it's been raining all day in Manchester, I've had the perfect excuse to stay indoors and relax. Listening to music, drinking coffee, reading comics, perusing SG of course. Trying to convince myself not to splurge a bunch more money on vinyl (I really want the new Adult Jazz and...
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The spectre of death hangs over Jean Rhys’ Good Morning, Midnight, colouring every moment of Sasha Jansen’s existence. And that’s an important word, for Sasha doesn’t live, she merely exists. The trauma that defined her also destroyed her; all that remains is an empty shell, and an inescapable sense of alienation from the world and all its inhabitants.
She decides that the...
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