I went to Greggs to buy a vegan sausage roll. I waited in the queue, my £1 coin clutched in my fingers like I’d won it somewhere, or mined it from the asphalt outside.

The gold gleamed its promise as I edged towards the counter. “One vegan sausage roll,” I said, and the...

Pictured Above: The Zelda Calendar where I documented my cultural intake

We’ve come careering to the end of what feels like one of the longest years in living memory. Remember the World Cup? That was six months ago. What is going on?

In a blind attempt to attach some sor...

I've only gone and started up another spoken word night. 

Hell, yes, but of course. My famous friend Ali shuffled up to me a few months back and said he had a vision for a new night of live literature. I could see the gears churning inside his mind as he toyed with the...

This coming Sunday (14th Oct) sees the debut of a new piece of music/writing fusion written and composed by me and brother Rick. It's a 20 minute piece of non-fiction set to Rick's beats punctuated by samples of our sister Jenny's voice. The latter, pictured above salu...

Fiction-wise, I have a few new incomings on the horizon. This is particularly nice as I've had quite the drumming of rejections recently, as does tend to happen when you throw shit at walls. But I am rather soothed and cheered by this particular trio of yeses, so allow...

At the start of this year, dizzy from gorging end-of-year ‘best of’ lists and trying frantically to remember everything I saw/read/played throughout the year, I decided to keep a calendar list of every book I finish, every film I watch and every game I complete through...

It's been a busy old first half of the year, so I thought it worth pausing to collage together some of the various notable bits and pieces that have had my name attached in these last six months...

New Fiction

The Woodcutter and the Wolf - have a scuttle around inside th...

Every year when the Oscar nominees are doing the rounds, I always intend to see each of the Best Picture films before the ceremony, and this year I’ve finally done it - all nine nominees seen, as the God of Cinema intended, on the big screen. Not only that, I’ve writte...

Another day, another project. At the back end of last year, with a work-in-progress milestone reached, my fingers were itchy for creative distractions - new short stories, new performances, new ventures. There's always a tiny part of me which is terrified by staleness...

I’m trying to learn, I think, what is possibly the greatest skill of middle adulthood: the mental management of the relentless flow of time. Sorry if that gave you chills. The great anxiety of leaving your twenties is that subtle shifting towards the bleakness of your...