October 2011
4 posts
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So we’re fully started with winter, 2011. The annual tassel bearing fur-clad, dick head hat has been purchased. The gloves are out and I have pleasantly failed to break my personal best of losing the left hand of the first pair inside four days of withdrawing them from the middle drawer in 2009. That winter would also see a total of three pairs lost before seeing out the season with a fourth...
Hangovers And The Creative Brain
If I’m brutally honest, if I shoot right from the hip, telling you the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, On The Edge was born of a hangover. Not entirely and not exclusively. My bugbears and occasional loathing of the nature of this snarling freelance beast are very real and will most likely remain with me as long as I continue to take charge of my own career destiny as a one-man...
Dirty Days Are Upon Us
Summer withdrew it’s presence as sharply as it came back on the scene, unannounced, all pissed up, swaggering right into Autumn, squaring up and snarling in our faces like the stereotypical Mancunian caricature. As if in punishment for allowing us a belated summery indulgence, it has now been replaced by Mordor gloom and violent downpours, all too ready to sneak under a loose flagstone and...
I’m sorry Madam but these beans tend to sulk, can...
I’m half asleep in Café Nero, paying for my coffee this time and legally using the WIFI to get a head start on the new week. Directly in front of me, from my stage, my faux veranda, all moodily lit, past the intimate portraits of the incontestably authentic Italian family laughing playfully from their genuine rustic frames and down the stairs past the pseudo neo-Georgian banister is a scene...
