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Life is Not A Commodity

I am a very small dog. In the recent two years of my eight year life, I have lived in a loving home. For six years prior to that, I was owned by a woman who bred show dogs. By … Continue reading

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Santa, His Sleigh and The Reindeer of the Apocalypse

The day after Boxing Day and I am in a cosy room at my sister’s house that smells more than vaguely sulphurous, sporting two impressive fat and sugar fuelled spots on my face and writing this whilst everyone is still … Continue reading

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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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