Halloween
I liked the music of Belle and Sebastian. Dave preferred the smell of dead crows.
My Dad, And The Toad Who Lived In His Shoe
It was 2011 and I had driven up from Norfolk, where I was living at the time, to Nottinghamshire to see my mum and dad. Not long after I arrived, my dad took me to one side. “TOM, CAN I HAVE A WORD?” he said. When my dad says, “TOM,
Memories Of The Time I Rented Some Leaping Deer For £20,00 Per Calendar Month
A couple of years ago, during one of the many times I was hunting far and wide for a house to rent, the confusing listing pictured above kept coming up in my search. It prompted many questions: How could anyone afford to pay £20,000 PCM to rent ANYTHING to
THE MAGIC ROOM
Subscribe now I'm reposting this piece I wrote a little while ago about my mum and dad's art, which some you might have seen, but many of you won't, since I also wanted to let you know about a few bits and bobs the
A Review Of Some Of The Contents Of My House By A Domesticated Moorland Pixie
“Pixy/Piskie: This is the standard term in Devon, Cornwall and Somerset for a fairy, though many writers from the early 19th Century onwards have insisted that the two races are quite distinct.. (A pixie’s) best-known characteristic is causing people to lose their way, even in a familiar neighbourhood:
Fungal Misadventure (Some New Stories And A Poem)
Division Of Labour I dust my house I have my own style Not quite like anybody else Who ever dusted Honed One might say Over many years Not unsurpassable But unparalleled From across the room My AI Robot Watches I scowl back You should be the one Doing this Not
The Don't Mind Me Decade
Silent had never been more violent
Autumn Diary
The full version of today's piece is paywalled but can be read - along with all my other upcoming pieces, and my archive - for a price beginning at £2 per month/£20 per year. I also wanted to take this quick opportunity to to let those of
Richard's Existential Diary
"He announces that he has given up dentistry to become a miner. I find it hard to discern his motivation for this, other than the convenience of being able to redeploy the headtorch he used in his former profession."
IMPORTANT: This Is Not A Newsletter Sent Via Substack
I thought I should write an explanatory message today about the way I'm doing things here from now on.
Reports Of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated (But Probably Only On Social Media)
Support My Writing By Upgrading To A Paid Subscription Why have I been thinking about death so much this week? It’s probably an autumn thing and no doubt it’s not entirely unrelated to my recent health problems but also, taking a glance back at what I’ve been
ROBOT
"Also, they’re not feet. They’re called rotorsocks.”