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What we choose to remember and how we choose to remember it
I’m struggling to sleep, so I’m up in the small hours thinking about what it is from today that I would like to remember. Writing a journal is an act of claiming something back from otherwise wasted days, if nothing else. As I close my eyes, I move through the tape of the day. Slowly… Read more
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Wading through the Content Mines
Time is endless and passes in the blink of an eye. I’ve had loads to write about but I haven’t been sure where to begin; the problem with journalising is it’s easy to fall out of the habit, and when you fall out of the habit you fall off a cliff. But if someone fails… Read more
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Can’t Get You Out Of My Head
It is late but I am not quite ready to give up on my crazy dream of writing an entire new blog post every single day. So! Here I am with fresh bedding and a lively mind with some statements and observations on day 876 of lockdown III. [1] I just watched the first of… Read more
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Illustrated Banality
I am trying to update my blog every day at the moment, which is a project as doomed to failure as the poor coriander plant desperately seeking the limited light of the kitchen window. Nevertheless, we persist! The problem is that the days are so packed full of incident and life, and the desire to… Read more
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Diagnosis: clown
I burned myself last night. I was half reclining on the sofa, like a Roman, and spilled hot tea all over my chest. I quickly removed my T-shirt and jumper, and got in the shower and poured cool (but not freezing) water at myself while checking the NHS website to check I was doing the… Read more
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Swells reviews my record from beyond the grave
I do like writing songs but I’m not very good at promotion. If this was 1994, I’d sign to a major label, despite all my protestations at being “alternative”, just to escape the anxiety of writing to people asking them to listen or give coverage to my work. A few more nice things to report,… Read more
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Newsjack
A friend of mine has the delightful twitter bio “I used to make comics on the internet!”. Even less impressive than that is the news I *almost* got one of my sketches on the BBC’s long-standing, satirical-ish open submission radio comedy Newsjack. I pressed the big red button and convened a special episode of Sketches… Read more
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Gonna be a painter all my life
There’s an old Hefner song called Alan Bean, named after the fourth man on the moon. It always got to me, because Alan Bean went to space, saw the earth spinning away beneath him, and knew what he wanted to be. “Gonna be a painter all my life,” sings Hayman, as Bean. It almost feels… Read more
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Ruthless Window by James Walsh: the story of a debut album
The problem with life, like history, is that it’s just one thing after another. I’ve always struggled to process things while they’re happening, both in terms of what I’ve done (good and bad) and what has been done to me (ditto). Time whooshes by like one of Douglas Adams’ deadlines, and so it’s taken me… Read more
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