On the first day of spring 2003 the rain came down. I was running, across the road, past the Halal butchers, up Percy Road, over the curb at...

God, we were cruel kids. But battered and beaten at such a young age in life, what else could we have been? What chance did we ever really h...

And then you are down. And you realise you’ve been hit. There is warm blood trickling from your nose. And then someone is pushing your face ...

Tindersticks... I killed myself to this band.  They made up the soundtrack to my London, the broken hearts, the deaths and the late night ...

After numerous failed attempts at competently writing my love of Lynch's cinema, and getting across what he means to me and how his wo...

I first discovered Dostoevsky just as I was getting into junk. His book Crime and Punishment, with its anti-hero Raskolnikov wandering the s...

I'm sick of this Hopping the Wagon shit, really. I can't even bear typing that out anymore and I really hate this nonsense of diarie...

Tomorrow arrives so slowly when you want the world to end. I think that dying must be like time torture. But I don't want the world to ...

Day 4 followed in pretty much the same manner as the second half of Day 3. It's nothing serious. I have got a black-eye though. I nodded...

Still, it wasn't bad and and two days is better than no days... XXX