A Few Of The Many Houses I Won’t Be Purchasing This Year

Cornwall Sometimes I drive to see empty houses I can’t afford. The more dilapidated the better is the general rule. It’s a combined symptom of my obsession with abandoned buildings being reclaimed by nature and the arguably contradictory materialist part of my personality which is in awe of the bright architectural futurism of the middle […]

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1993

The first thing to say is probably that when I’m writing about music and its extended universe in 1993, I’m really writing just as much about 1992, plus about 1991, and 1990, and 1989, and maybe even 1988. And about 1994 (but not about 1995, because everything had palpably shifted by then). In 1993, and […]

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A Pleasant Illness: Thoughts From The Desk Of A Vinyl Nerd

I have been in a huge, even-more-time-consuming-than-I’d-thought-it-would-be phase of finetuning my record collection recently. I’d call it a spring clean, if it hadn’t gone on since long before spring and I felt totally confident that it is going to be 100% finished before summer. Part of my motivation comes from two conflicting factors: I don’t […]

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Seventeen Thoughts About Moving House

There are seventeen thoughts about moving house here. I wanted to make it twenty one but I didn’t want what you’re reading to be too long, even though I do in fact have at least twenty one thoughts about moving house. Twenty one is the number of houses I have now lived in. I am […]

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Some Thoughts About The Creation Of My New Book

Neil, the older brother of my friend Glen, asked me the other night if I’d finished writing my new book yet. I was able to say yes, which was a great relief, not just because I had finished my book but because for months people have been asking me “Have you finished your book yet?” […]

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Boats Against The Current

The small lido where I swim during the summer months is unheated and, when I arrive, it is often empty. When I first used to get in I’d lower my torso into the water very gingerly and wince a bit, in a way that the Scouse side of my family would call “nesh”, but these […]

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Between A Rock And A Hard Face

I always enjoy going to car boot sales with my mum but, because I don’t have her amazing vision, my experience at them often ends up tarred by the brush of anticlimax. When I arrive at a boot sale, full of foolish hope, what I inevitably see is an impenetrable wall of 1990s computer parts […]

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