Lost

There I was, minding my own business, trying to sort something out via email when it would have been easier … More

Ken

His real name was Crispin. Bespectacled, quiffed, bandy legged, Ken wore the aloof expression of the terminally lonely, a tilt of … More

A Tuesday, appropriately. (Tuesday being the day I was formally diagnosed.) Poetic, it strikes me now. But at the time, … More

On Not Being Anthony Wilson I haven’t always been Anthony Wilson. For a long time I wasn’t even Anthony. … More

I was having a coffee with a new writer friend the other day. Not having known each other for very … More

For a number of reasons –too much grief in my life, too sedentary, too much television, too out … More

Rupert Loydell is shouting at the countryside. I have got up at sparrow-fart to drive him to the Blandford … More

In the dry months after my cancer treatment, when the visitors stopped visiting and I put all the cards … More

I dreamt about my friend X last night. I don’t think I normally dream about him, and don’t recall having … More

Dear God Do you think you could fix it so that I might have some of Martin’s playfulness, his … More

As we draw to the end of NaBloPoMo, I have invited Josephine Corcoran to collaborate with me on a joint-interview. … More

It wasn’t much of a day. I was in noodle-mode, sticking things into my day book, quotes and articles and … More

Come to me as a heap on his bed, the Jurassic layers of his early adulthood here in Exeter abandoned … More

What I love about autumn is the night arriving early. What I hate about autumn is the day leaving even … More

One of the signs of my anxiety is when I start to look obsessively at stationery blogs. I adore NCIS. … More

Dean Paul Granny § ‘What students in classrooms say is an exceptionally precious learning resource. Every time a teacher receives … More

A thought occurred to me as I found myself scribbling in a notebook earlier this morning: I have no idea … More

Try to Praise the Mutilated World Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberries, … More