Monday, May 24, 2010

The Wanderer walking fanzine

Have a look at my new fanzine about walking called The Wanderer. It's just been reviewed in Country Walking magazine! Unfortunately they got my name and URL wrong so here's the correct link:


Thursday, September 17, 2009

Worlds Tallest Man

Monday, October 27, 2008


Brighton had its White Night night the other night. Good English, eh? It was an all-night mini-festival to celebrate the clocks going back. Its key feature was Wet Sounds, an event where you could go to the Prince Regent Swimming Pool and float about listening to underwater music.

What a great idea! I went along with the idea of relaxing in warm water while basslines washed over me. I expected a near-outerbody experience in the dark, serene waters of the swimming pool.

Instead I froze my arse off in a puddle of chlorinated piss listening to the underwater sound of a clock being wound up – as amplified through a tin can – mixed with the sound of a whistle being blown every ten seconds while hundreds of pissed-up, middle class wankers threw rubber ducks at each other like it was a fucking kiddies pool party and I was nine.

Who the hell thought this would be a good idea?

Thursday, October 09, 2008


I was in the pet shop buying dog chews. When I went to the counter, a woman next to me saw the chews and said "Ooh, are they for your dog?".
"No, they're for me", I said with a smile on my face.
"Are they?!" she said, her eyebrows arching upwards.
The joke had gone too far to pull out of now. I looked up at the girl serving me hoping for a smile to ingratiate her with the gag but she neither cared if I ate dog chews or was being mildly amusing.
"Erm... yes", I said.
I paid for my dog chews and walked out.

Friday, October 03, 2008


I just found this email which I sent to the band I was in years ago after I DJed for them downstairs at the Volks Club in Brighton once. It's quite funny I think:

Thanks for Friday night. I enjoyed being told by a 12 year old with a Burberry cap that I couldn't mix and that I was shit and that he could do much better. I also enjoyed it when an 11 year old with a puffer jacket plugged a microphone in and tried to MC, even though the microphone made the soundsystem buzz which in turn made the bar manager come over and have a go at me! You really don't know what you were missing up there!

Wednesday, April 02, 2008


I've just said yes to a new place to live. I'm happy with the decision I've made because I won't have to share a house with the woman who is physically unable to keep her mouth closed.

But now I've got that strange feeling inside that makes me question my whole life. Why am I living here? What am I doing with my life? Who the hell am I?

This is the third time in six months that I've had to move house and each time I've had this feeling that I can't quite describe but which niggles away at me and inevitably leaves me in my new room, by myself, surrounded by familiar things in an unfamiliar setting, wondering what I'm doing.

Monday, February 11, 2008


I'm going to see the sexy dental hygienist soon. It creates such a mix of emotions in me…

I'd rather not go to the dentist but I do get to see the sexy dental hygienist who tells me off for not flossing and who I can't talk to because I've got my mouth full of her fingers and drill and I'm too shy anyway and I'm usually there complaining of gum disease which causes bad breath which I'm breathing into her sexy dental hygienist face which is hovering about an inch from mine as she leans over me and pulls my mouth about sternly and I try to avoid eye-contact but instead acknowledge the sexy dental hygienist that's so close to me as I lean back in her chair and she tells me that this might hurt in her kind voice but I don't want it to hurt but I do want it to hurt no no yes yes

She might cause me to stop brushing my teeth entirely.