My week has not been without words: they were just published over on Daily Info because I went and watched a bunch of music and reviewed it.
Finally I can offer a little review of Jonathan Lethem's 'The Ecstasy of Influence' because I have at long last finished it. It only took me two and a half years.
When a production of Macbeth not only manages to make you jump, but also creeps the bejesus out of you, then you know it's getting something right. This is a review of Creation Theatre's Macbeth.
A pub in Wales pointed out that halfway to nowhere is exactly where you need to be to move forward with a little meaning.
It's that time of year again. And while I still remain skeptical about the whole resolution thing, I can't help but make the odd one...
This post is my personal love letter to my very special new home. Finally, I'm where I belong.
When you feel something deeply, it is extremely difficult to translate it into words. They can be so isolating. But this week, I have tried.
A varient on my occasional list of interesting things, here is a run down of top talent I've stumbled across on a recent whirlwind musical discovery tour.
Seamus Heaney died this week, and with his poem 'Blackberry-Pickings' he has reminded me of the importance of honesty and the danger of influence when experiencing the disappointments of life.
Gershwin and his oysters got me thinking about popular culture, artistic merit and the gifts we get from kindly creatives.
Little illuminations on the culture of female sexuality really do pop up in the most unexpected of places.
If we lived perpetually in the conditional, we would never have anything new to say. It's the current that keeps us thinking.
It's all a question of normalising what it is to be on a spectrum.