A Fine Decade I’ve Got Me Into

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“Yes?” “Hello. Uh….well, I’d like to turn myself in.” “You’d what?” “I’d like to report a crime – namely me, stealing from you. Ten years ago.” “Well….uh…” “The name’s Mike. Hi! And I’m a thief. Not generally – just in your case. I’m your thief. Your own personal thief. You and me,  joined by crime. It was yours, and I … Read More

Hornsea, Askance

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Hi. I’m a 38 year old man, living at home with his mum. (Until she’s recovered from her recent surgery. Probably returning to York this time next week). Walking through town last night, I squinted until everything was blurry – until it was 1998 again, the last time I lived here. I listened to someone explaining the finer points of … Read More

383 Reasons I Haven’t Been Around

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In my line of work I get asked a lot of questions, such as “Why are you never around on your personal blog?”, “Did you actually read back what you’ve just written?”, “Where’s the money you owe me?” and “Why can’t you be funnier?”. I can answer the first question fairly easily. (The other three are more tricky).

Could You Spare A Couple Of Squid, Mate?

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Sometimes, I think my life is nothing but one long pursuit of squid. A memory from growing up in Cyprus: All around me, and much higher than me, the hubbub of Greek chatter. It’s late in the evening and I’m tired, but they’re Greek and haven’t even had their evening meal yet, so they’re full of energy and it’s making … Read More

Soft and Prickly: Our Fickle Love Of The Countryside

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When it comes to the British countryside, we don’t know which way to turn. In the 17th Century it was something we feared – a chaotic, violent place where Nature, red in tooth & claw, vied for a taste of your blood with bandits, highwaymen, smugglers, murderers and the clinically befuddled. Mention the countryside to Thomas Hardy and he would … Read More