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Coffee, Urticaria and Reinvention

I’m sitting in a coffee bar, knocking back strong caffeine and trying not to scratch my swollen and slightly blistered eyelids. I’d mulled over writing this blog about my time journeying in China but I thought fuck it…hopefully I’ll never … Continue reading

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Sun Salutation

My father was very body conscious with an active involvement in the sports that men of his era participated in such as boxing and gymnastics. However as he wasn’t part of our lives for very long, and as my stepfather … Continue reading

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THE BADGER, THE RUST KING AND THE SHATTERED GLASS

I wouldn’t say that I’m clumsy, just over enthusiastic and prone to rush without thought of consequences or safety. This is why my phone case is one of those pieces of equipment used by the military, that can be dropped … Continue reading

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In Praise of Future Spontaneity.

An old friend from my drug using days in New Zealand, died recently. I hadn’t seen him for many years and aside from sadness at his death I also felt an internal disquiet, as he was yet another of my … Continue reading

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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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Budget Edition Mid-Life Crisis.

Today’s rhythm shall be encapsulated by the rather splendid word ‘discombobulated’. I’m in London and not really sure why. I should be at home working, with financial related anxiety issues edging past the corners of my eyes as I obsessively … Continue reading

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Boxing Hares

I’m in standard Boxing Day recovery mode. Dishevelled, half dressed, filled with self-loathing and body hate tempered with relief that I survived the celebrations with relationships intact and no major burn outs or disasters occurring. Christmas started with Carrie Fisher’s … Continue reading

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