Happy Christmas

I won a little bet with my family. After a misspent youth reading John Keel and Jacques Vallee and others, I predicted a headline saying there may have never been any drones at Gatwick. People saw something, but it was more mysterious than they realised. The fairies are now drones, and my childhood dreams were […]

Wha’s a man t’ doo?

I am far from home. My many, many books are in cartons, denied to me, being placed in storage. I have been surviving upon Neal Stephenson’s Baroque Cycle, and I am in love with Duchess Eliza, not to mention Daniel Waterhouse, the Shaftoe Brothers, Enoch Root, the crew of the Minerva, and not to forget […]

Meditations for the new year

“Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore […]