My taxi driver thought I had a deathwish. I didn't know where he'd dropped me, I still don't know, but it was the greatest spectacle to be a part of.
Poems | Travel | 2023I still don't understand why the people (some of) who live in boats on the Thames are so jolly before 10, and so angry later.
Poems | Existence | 2023That phrase bugs me on UK railways. There was little to be called pleasant, and less that would be.
Poems | Travel | 2023The overnight coach from Victoria to Newcastle is a special kind of ugly.
Poems | Travel | 2023When you're so deeply engrossed in nothing, then something breaks the spell.
Poems | Existence, Beaches | 2023The cost of ownership of electric cars doesn't include the amount of shit food you get to buy while you wait in service stations.
Poems | Relationships, Travel | 2023I saw the post you wrote where you hated it all -- "The people are poison. They live in a warzone!" You live in the Mail, frail and...
Poems, Spoken Word | London | 2025