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Selection of articles written between 2005 and today.

  • Podcasts to Listen To

    I’ve been listening to a lot of podcasts lately, and one of the things I’ve noticed is that with podcasts – as with many areas of search where the desired result is loosely defined – it’s difficult to find new things to your taste. I’ve put together a short podcast outlining the stuff I’m listening Read more

  • Modern Life is Rubbish – Blur

    Creeping up on history like a bong monged hoodie jacking grandma, modernity is a sly epoch. The sullied caper of ironic distance, the nudge nudge wink wink of densensitized apoliticism, the anal fisting of revisionist allopathy. Modernity imbricates reason and identity, deindividuating bio-technico-power relations in wickedly unfunny hetrosexist tracts, panhistoric palandromes. Oxymoronically it’s commitment to Read more

  • Long Island Iced Tea

    Sliver sliver the damp cold snakes sparkly over nonsense taste flesh. Smack flesh pillows together, then draft more. Head fug, truned on warm air, so to clear, but gray and colour increase. Slug mickle zestie tang back and grab monkey fruit with salt. Quick noise grabs and throws sound room over, and visible spectrum flash Read more

  • Breakfast / Lunch / Dinner – 11th February 2007

    I quite enjoy the one big meal a day thing. I lash down tea and coffee all day and when I find a dirty crumpled fiver or a friend eager for my company, I go for a dirty great fry. Now I will happily eat anything, not like my plant hating friend here, but for Read more

  • The Arts Block – Trinity College Dublin

    A real stunner of a building, it immediately conjures images of the earlypostbrutalist structures of the Russian and Bangalorian School. It sits squat like a toad, a forlorn military bunker ripped to eye from the cold brown embrace. Luck are those who work within, who study there. The bare concrete, so bravely unadorned, upon every Read more

  • Five Leaves Left – Nick Drake

    I couldn’t believe it when Suze finally agreed to a date. I’d fruitlessly pursued her for months, often at speed, gifting her with hampers of apples, pairs and juicy mangos. I’d done everything bar quit my narcoleptics to convince the picky cunt I’d be a catch. I’d scrawled her name countless times in dogs blood Read more