There was a definite hint of trepidation as I clicked into my skis at the beginning of the tour. A Sunday morning, early, the day after the perfect storm that never arrived. I had woken up at 7 to clear ...Read More
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In Thomas King’s Green Grass, Running Water, one of the many methods used to create a Native American narrative, rather than a Westernised one, is the radical re-versioning of Western-Christian mythology. In the sections of the novel which detail the ...Read More
Every addict knows the feeling. Itching, tickling, scratching away at you. I need another fix. And it's been too long. I'm not picky any more, I'm willing to go for something less pure, willing to steal a little to get ...Read More
I've been thinking a lot recently about how we tell stories. I enjoy writing, and it is obvious to me that the invention of the written word, and more specifically the invention of the printing press and mass media, has ...Read More
I headed up into the mountains today for a run, after frustratingly not being able to find anyone to go climbing with in the first spell of good weather we've had for nearly a fortnight. I knew where I was ...Read More
I'm not sure anything sums up my first month in Spain better than making this post a day late. It's been hectic and laid back at the same time, I've met a mountain of new people, been to a lot ...Read More
It's been how long since I posted? I really need to get on with it, I've been doing so much in Spain that I hardly know where to start. I'm setting myself the deadline of one week to get a ...Read More
So, Leeds is over for the next year. I'm back in Birmingham, and as of next Wednesday I will have nowhere to live in the city I had got used to calling home. It's quite sad really, and it didn't ...Read More
Playing around with a new layout for the site, hopefully it will be a bit easier on the eye than the last one. Of course the real reason I'm doing it is because hayfever has me imprisoned in my own ...Read More
He sat on the train and stared at reflection stacked upon reflection in the window at his side. So fragile, a trick of the light. Everything was so fragile. It seemed to him that the carriage was a world of ...Read More