Autumn and it’s unbecoming becoming

Written at the very end of August 2019 On my daily cycles in and out of Oxford, up the gently sloping woodstock road, around the Wolvercote Roundabout, and out along the A40 to my village and home; I have seen the dusty turn of the summer slide gaspingly into the autumn. Strewn along the pavement, […]


Waking up earlier than expected after a Friday night’s excursions, the dimmed light of a Parisian courtyard morning streams into the room; dusty sunbeams reaching eyes glued shut with lack of sleep. I reach out for the phone to text a friend, and wind up unrolling myself from the duvet, dressing haphazardly like a child […]


I wrote the following on a wet, rain drenched, wind blustered evening in Manhattan this may. It has languished in My iPhone noted until I arrived in Paris with tho WiFi. This is pretty much exactly as it came to me, then. Being as I’ve taken to writing about knowing cities, I felt like this […]

I am angry about Capital A Art

I’ve been thinking about something and I’m really fucking angry about it. I’m angry about Capital A Art. Art made into money maker. Art made into pontificating on a BBC documentary. Art made into summer insta moments whilst pretentiously making some statement on climate change. Why is it that I often feel like I never […]

Watery bodies: at Hampstead Ladies Pond

Grass green under fingers, dead ringers for frothy fringe on the waters edge, dead ringers for green tinged limbs rippling under the surface of that grey green water at once reflecting sunbeams and thoughtless skies. I step out unclothed onto a concrete diving board to fling myself over the parapet into the pool beneath. A […]