July 23, 2026
Wednesday evening. It’s time to go to the pub!
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July 23, 2026
Wednesday evening. It’s time to go to the pub!

Don’t you dare say your Pikachu thing
This is her break. Her good thing. She refers to it as her Success. The money is enough to quit Bill’s, leave that stupid town, accept an internship in London. For a year or so, at the parties she now attends, she regularly brings it up. Crazy, isn’t it, what some people will pay for a piece of cardboard?
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July 2, 2024

UK general election preview
The country is battered and exhausted. Under almost every conceivable metric, people are worse off than they were in 2010. Food bank use has increased fifty-fold. The number of people on NHS waiting lists has more than doubled. Child poverty is up and average child height is down. Every single river in England is polluted with untreated sewage run-off. That isn’t hyperbole. Every single river in England, and most of its coastal waters, are full of shit.
Not to get too scientific about it, but I think the vibes are counter-reformatory.
June 30, 2017

To tell you the truth, my son creeped me out.
There wasn’t even anywhere for him to sleep. So he built a nesty thing in the kitchen, out of shredded newspaper and strips torn from the couch fabric. At night, when I came downstairs to fill a glass of water or pick at the fridge, his olive-green eye-stalks protruded from a heap of fluff and detritus. They drifted back and forth in time to his silent breathing.