On Sunday I found myself in Dartford. I hadn’t planned on being there, but as I made my way into the town I thought I’d take a few photos on my phone. Read the rest of this entry »
Woolwich will always be close to my heart. I was born there. I got married there. I remember going shopping there as a kid, going to the cinema there as a teenager, passing through it countless times as an adult. The events yesterday were shocking, appalling. My thoughts are with everyone affected. Read the rest of this entry »
There was an interesting article on the Guardian website the other day from one of the judges of the Granta list of best British novelists under 40. Now, as this list is collated every ten years and I’m now in my thirties, unfortunately I will never be a Great Young Novelist as decreed by Granta. We shall overlook the fact that I haven’t written a novel, or anything approaching one, and probably never will, and perhaps focus for a moment on yet another sign of me slowly getting old. I was just about willing to accept that I was never going to be a professional footballer, but I figured being an acclaimed novelist was less time-dependant. Little did I know. I guess I better aim for a Nobel now. Anyway, back to that article… Read the rest of this entry »
Wait until next year 