Adventures for Girls

The gentle dawn rain pattered as I lay in the rising light of the new day. Birds scattered their songs like ribbons between the brittle creaks of the trees, which were stretching, shaking off the night. The dew-dropped grass stooped like great boughs over nesting insects, who stirred upturned in their earth-lint beds, scratching their…

Some Really Serious Shit About Art & Burgers

We meet for coffee first. Because you’re not serious about anything in this life if you don’t have coffee first. I pretend I’m going to have it black because it feels double serious, but at the end I sneak some skimmed milk in. But the way I stir it, hard and unforgiving, shows anyone in…

The Mona Lisa Sleep

Bed. 2:38am – For absolutely no deducible reason I find myself awake. A mere two and a bit hours after drifting off, and I am conscious. Wide-eyed, brain-racing. I’m not ready for this. I know it will come to no good. I’ll just have a wee and drink a bit of milk from the carton…

Vulgar Things

This week’s column was about an interview I did with Lee Rourke – cult author of the very recently released Vulgar Things, published by Fourth Estate. Lee won The Guardian’s ‘Not The Booker Prize’ for his novel The Canal, which is currently being worked into a screenplay by Lee and courted by proper film dudes….