August 2011
4 posts
Getting Out Of Bed
I’ve been freelancing for almost three years, full time. It’s been a knife-edge mental health version of Mario Kart, no shells or cartoon bombs but times where I’ve been pretty damn near throwing the towel in with hatred for all things creative and times where I’ve been looking over my shoulder thinking “Where’s Beadle?” because things have gone...
The Horseshoe Diaries and Mega Catastrophes
I previously mentioned the deserved ridicule inflicted upon me by a close friend for the whinging tone of the first two posts in this project. The same friend often ensures that I am regularly reminded that ‘I have a horse shoe rammed up my arse.’ Granted, I have had my fair share of good fortune but I also believe that you make your own luck in this life. That being said, without several lucky...
"They're in hoods and everything."
I hadn’t intended on penning the latest installment of On The Edge this soon, but by the same token, I hadn’t expected five or six riot vans to execute skids and u-turns in front of me in King Street, Manchester on Tuesday evening either, closely chased by a shower of simian shit raining down on the city centre. At about 3pm Tuesday afternoon, I’d received texts from both my brother and a mutual...
Meltdowns in the Interest of Silver Linings....
So I had my meltdown. I started this fetid little project about a month ago after reading the excellent and very relevant post by Ben The Illustrator, telling things how they are. You see, not enough Universities will tell their students about the often remorseless nature and omnipresent stresses of the post degree bitch slap that is starting life as a freelance creative. They have courses to...
