Wednesday, 30 May 2012

A Modern Day Musical Philosophical

I was in the kitchen doing some dishes and listening to the "Bangarang" album by Skrillex (I know, may my head be struck from my shoulders; once by the "Skrillex isn't dubstep" group of bangers and the "what kinda rocker are you?! You turning hipster on us?" group of tools. To (hypothetically) answer (hypothetical) Group One, who cares about genre. And also, to the other hypothetical group, well, same answer really. Except that I now live in Stockholm and everyone else and their granny are dressing like, well, their grannies, and I'm actually more of a hipster now because I don't fit in with the hipsters. Or something... it kind of got away from me, that one...

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Musings Of A Mundane Life Or: How I Learned Fitness

Yarp. As I'm sitting on the couch listening to a radio show featuring a couple of buds back in Glasgow (Clicky Clicks.) having just came back from a run, I thought about how it might be useful to write about my pretty mundane life in order to make it look like it means something.

Friday, 8 April 2011

A Small Amount Of Revenge

"I am the darkness,
I am the oncoming storm.
Don't turn your back,
Don't look away.
If you even blink there will be nothing left of you.
I will have my vengeance."

Screamed the spider as the torrent of water washed it back down the plug-hole.

Thursday, 24 February 2011

The Birthday Party

As she parked her car in the driveway of her sister’s house, Annie pondered the existence of alternative realities where she could get away with not being there. Family obligations are all well and good but a children’s party? She could see that far enough. She knew she was setting herself up for an afternoon of intrusive questions about her love life, when she would be settling down, when she would be providing her mother with more darling grandchildren. Even thinking about it in the car had left her mentally defending her decisions through life so far. As far as her past experience of family gatherings go, she reckoned this was going to be the order of the day. All day. All day until she could escape, that is.