I want to tell you of the night that the storm came in. Of how I was out on my feet, wandering around town and hoping for an act of God to...

The cabbage came to the boil and it smelled like the sea, the sea on the stones and in the kelp, the smell of the old rotting pier and the...

I feel it so profoundly that it comes through me as a sadness. But it is not a sadness; it's a beauty, a beauty so dramatic of all ...

A little spoken word poem. Enjoy it at your pleasure... 7.30am Gorge de Loup standing in the raining doing my renting money again f...

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(The opening text of The Void Ratio - a book by Shane Levene & Karolina Urbaniak). Into these deathly hallows. I Love you Darli...

Sometimes you have to walk. You have to walk miles to tramp out the shame and disgust. I had to walk 6 miles. I had a supermarket coupon ...

France. La France. O France. Comment tu es belle la France. Go fuck yourself in the arse, La France! It's too late to start again no...

My reading of SICK, accompanied on guitar by the one & only Mr Peter Doherty. L'Olympia, Paris, March 2016.

The last time I had seen Trey he was marching back and forth outside the 24hr pharmacy, fighting with himself over whether or not he sho...