OK, so I am finally, reluctantly, willing to accept the football season has started.
Other sports provide us with lengthy off-seasons, for us to collect our thoughts, take a break, enjoy other sports, and gradually look forward to the start of the next season.
Football gives us no such luxury. Read the rest of this entry »
What is it about that old saying that everyone has a book in them? Why do we all believe it? Is it reassuring just to know that at any time we could depart from our mundane lives in order to write the Great (Insert Country of Origin Here) Novel? Is it almost enough to just know we could do it, without having to actually go through with the messy business? Read the rest of this entry »
Music has always borrowed from the past. ‘Pop Will Eat Itself’ is not just the name of an old English indie band. It is a pretty succinct summation of what popular music was, is and will be. Yet, of late, there have been many interesting developments that go beyond mere pastiche or obvious imitation. Read the rest of this entry »
So, all that beer talk gave me quite the thirst. And boy did I go to town satisfying it last night. It was a friend’s birthday, and he is probably the most beer-geeky of my friends. He appreciates a good drink, and I appreciate that. The night was going swimmingly enough, but we were ending up in the kind of trendy bars where you might get a fancy lager, but you’re unlikely to come across anything more interesting. Read the rest of this entry »
Upon asking the question, “What do you do, then?” surely the most chilling words us bloggers can hear are:
“I’m a writer.”
This is not going to end well. If they genuinely are, we are consumed by a combination of admiration and envy. If it turns out they write blurbs for catalogues or other such hackery, then we are beyond annoyed.
After all, we write. We write regularly, on all manner of subjects. And we care about what we write.
But does that make us writers? Read the rest of this entry »
