Monday Music: the thick cider and bad anniversaries edition

OK, I don’t actually have any cider on me at the moment, but I used to drink it, and I am imagining drinking it right now. With the too-little fireplace cracking and my old dog, Zara, wagging her tail hard enough to send the glasses straight off the coffee table and onto the light-coloured rug.Continue reading “Monday Music: the thick cider and bad anniversaries edition”

“Mirrorball” by Mary Gaitskill

Is a damn fine short story. That’s all for now. The weather has broken, the cold has started in earnest. Am doing lots of manual labour around the house, and an obscene amount of writing. Blockages gone, like the warmth that has reigned over Kiev for the last few weeks. I’d be happy about it,Continue reading ““Mirrorball” by Mary Gaitskill”

Bad medicine: of liars, and porn, and armies of “skanks”

Something that Ren – one of the few bloggers I still have time and energy to follow right now – said the other day really stuck with me: “…I do find it kind of amusing in that asshole grim way of mine, because oh so often, the dudes screaming the loudest about how they wouldContinue reading “Bad medicine: of liars, and porn, and armies of “skanks””