I'm writing this on the eve of New Years Eve Eve, the 30th December 2020, and tomorrow morning I will rise once again at 6:49ish,...

Coming out of the back-end of a four year PhD is, by all accounts, a weird time. I'm in a curious limbo at the moment as I have submitted...

A pandemic is a highly weird time to be doing anything significant, as we all well know, because we're smack in the middle of a strange...

I think, maybe, pretty much, The PhD Novel, is complete. I think. Maybe. Well, it has to be because the deadline looms. But drawing a...

I feel like every blog post I put up on here begins with me saying we are living in strange times, and that such times call for strange...

Coming up this Saturday, Nov 23rd, myself and some uni pals are taking over the gorgeous Engine House at The International Anthony...

. So: the PhD. How’s it going? It’s still going, chugging along in fits and starts, sometimes wailing through dark tunnels, sometimes...

There’s an event coming up in Manchester which I’m aiming to go to called ‘Rural Eerie: Exploring the Strange Countryside’ (Oct 19th, The...

I have emerged from my self-imposed writing zone having slaughtered various darlings. I entombed myself within an attic space, surrounded...

In an unnerving turn of events, I’ve been encountering a lot of zones recently. You know the ones: fuzzy boundaries, decayed ‘keep out’...