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 […]
You’d think I’d have some new quotes, but no, my meditations are exactly the same as three years ago: “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 […]
And of course I’d lie to myself, telling myself there was still time, there were novelists who didn’t get started until they were fifty, hell, even sixty. Probably plenty of them. – Stephen King Or in the words of my dear friend Brett, ‘get a fucking move on’. Mate, the finger is officially out.
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 […]
In this modern hurly burly world, it is important to have a code to live by. These are the tips I give my children: 1. Don’t marry an evil person. 2. Don’t eat candy you find lying around. 3. Remember, guns don’t kill people. Mostly, its the bullets. 4. You know those bestest ever bestest […]
“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 […]