Gareth Stack

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Selection of articles written between 2005 and today.

  • Helvetica

    You look so young, who could have thought you would get this far! 50 today! From your cursed birth, clawing free of the cancerous womb, bloodied and wild, screaming blue murder. Purple faced, the blood vessels burst, like a vile old man, but young and tender with it. You never had much hair did you?… Read more

  • How to Edit YouTube Videos

    I spent about eight hours yesterday working out how to do this. A working method was surprisingly hard to come by, so hopefully this will be of use to someone. Luckily it’s really easy once you know how. This technique should work not just for YouTube, but any other flash video site, like Google Video,… Read more

  • Skins

    Ms Kettle stood listening at the foot of the stairs. The building was a converted Georgian mansion. Its top floor housed an office and its first and second floors had been bisected into sought after apartments. As Ms Kettle waited, it gradually assumed a kind of silence. Old buildings are never completely quiet. Wood floors… Read more

  • Great Episode of ‘This American Life’ on Habeas Corpus

    This weeks award winning episode of radio show and podcast ‘This American Life‘, addresses the issue of Habeas Corpus. Broadly speaking, Habeas Corpus is the right of a prisoner to apply to be brought before a court to have the legality of their detention adjudicated. ‘This American Life’ examines how it’s suspension for detainees of… Read more

  • The Cricket World Cup Final

    “GO ON!! ILL FUCKING HAVE YEA! ILL FUCKING DECK YEAH” “Will some one please call the police”, Helen turned to the crowd in the pub, by which time had all backed away in stunned silence. “Barry has finally lost it.” Steven, an old mate of mine, was caressing the wound on the back of his… Read more

  • I Wanna Have Your Babies – Natasha Bedingfield

    BigMac moaned, his stick was too short. He couldn’t reach the wet mat of infected flesh that burned in the small of his back. He released the mop and it stayed where it was, wedged between his smooth hide and the flattened mattress. He moaned again, a deep sonorous low, like a ships foghorn emerging… Read more