Ramsgate International Hoverport

Hovercrafts exist in the British postwar imagination alongside Concorde and the Post Office Tower as avatars of the rapidly arriving future. These ludicrous metal beasts, dreamed up by some archetypal crackpot inventor, brought Europe closer, but were also a symbol of British exceptionalism. Sure, the French have some nice wines, but do they have planesContinue reading “Ramsgate International Hoverport”

As rare as shark’s teeth

There’s a girl I know who rolls her eyes at the Gok Wan Acolytes / Underneath her bed there lies a collection of ammonites Fix it so she dreams of me, Half Man Half Biscuit A Sunday morning spent seeking fossils at low tide. A quick cycle along the front, past dogs and families andContinue reading “As rare as shark’s teeth”

Cycling in the dark: an appreciation

Yesterday some new super-powerful front lights arrived, to replace the ones lost in the midst of one of my many bouts of forgetfulness. I’m now back to my preferred set up of two back lights – one flashing, one constant – and two front lights. The beefier of the two front ones is only requiredContinue reading “Cycling in the dark: an appreciation”

Herne Bay to Canterbury

I cycled to Canterbury and back today, out of desperation to get further than half a mile from the house. From Herne Bay, the easiest route by bike takes you out past Greenhill and over the Thanet Way. A sorry-looking ex-pub decomposes in its plot next to the dual carriageway. You then pass up throughContinue reading “Herne Bay to Canterbury”

A Universal Translator for Fish

Like Elastica but with less heroin addiction, my podcast Sketches That Never Quite Made It made a belated return last night, after a three month hiatus. It was good to come back to it with fresh ears and new bad ideas. Listening back to earlier episodes, the podcast has taken a while to find itsContinue reading “A Universal Translator for Fish”