FREAKY TRIGGER TOP 25 SCARIEST THINGS
14: Being Alone For The Last Third Of Your Life
The month of fear has started me thinking about my life. As these things sometimes do. I realised that I spend much of my life afraid, in tiny, almost insignificant[…]

On the way to the gym (to go for today’s hat-trick of tedious anecdotes) at about 7.20 in the morning, I pass three pubs which are open (is this unusual? It seems so to me), and which almost always have folk drinking in them. I also pass two sa[…]

Gym Life
Everytime I throw up, I think of Julia Kristeva. (This sentence is not, luckily, reversible.) All down to an encounter with her description of the abject at an impressionable age. By way of comparison, in five months of going to the gym, I f[…]

TV without the words
About four times a week I go to the gym on my way to work. In the gym I use various machines. Many of them face towards a row of large TV screens, which hang from the ceiling. These TV screens show a variety of channels, usually […]

Brazzaville Beach is the William Boyd book I have most wanted to read since drifting into his work. Moreover it is the book most other people have wanted me to read. So they at least will be pleased to hear that I loved it. What concerns me is why th[…]

Bubba Ho-Tep is not really a comic horror movie. Oh it has its gags, and occasionally throws stuff at the screen to make you jump. But at its heart, it is actually a film about the way society relates to the older generation. Okay that older generati[…]

Derrida watch
Reading obituaries; comment pieces; jokey, dismissive jibes; personal tributes; and public commemorations: it’s still clear that pretty much no-one knows what to say about JD. About JD the man there’s a consensus, from those[…]

An Occurrence on Territorial Road
1983, junior year, and I have recently been accepted into the ranks of the pretty-cool-high-school-kid group. Not the top echelon, mind you, but doing okay for myself, thanks to success in sports and a pretty and acc[…]