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Beauty School Rehab

I staggered off a plane in Hong Kong when I was twenty five years old, clutching the empty litre bottle of opium tincture (90% alcohol/10% opium) that I had needed to get me through the 20 hour journey. Admittedly I’d … Continue reading

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Clarion Call for A New Year

My family were never good at celebrating festivities under duress. Gift giving and joyous celebration were fine on a non regimented level and at spontaneous and random moments, but a whiff of obligation and the shit would hit the proverbial … Continue reading

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On the Power of Dance

In order to recover from yet another self extraction from my pseudo relationship (standard only in its sickness and adherence to every rule of advanced co-dependancy), I decided to socialise. When I’m at home, I am normally a hermit. My … Continue reading

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Luminosity at Night

I went to bed early last night for a marathon sleep catch up session. It was an exhausting night. Resting was interspersed with periods of overactive obsessive thinking, examination of past patterns of behaviour, wonderings and occasional inspirations. I started … Continue reading

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Kitchen Sink Dramas and Microwave Meditations

  I’m sitting in a friend’s house in Hackney at three in the morning. The window that I’ve been hanging out of having a cigarette is open, and drifting though it is the sound of early morning traffic and a … Continue reading

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I Never Drink Alone

I suppose it’s ironic given my drinking habits, that I worked in pubs when I moved to England. Although the Antipodean in England naturally drifts into working in bars, somehow I managed to work in a series of local, rough … Continue reading

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Eggs, Exercise,Pornography and Loss

I was living in a dry house when I first met Mike, who lived downstairs from me. The building we lived in had eight bedrooms, each with an individual lock and electric meter, and a shared kitchen and bathroom. The … Continue reading

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