Extracts From My Notebooks
“All I’m saying is that if I ever start referring to these as the best years of my life, remind me to kill myself,” says Randy ‘Pink’ Floyd towards the end of Dazed and Confused, a film that came out in the autumn of 1993, at almost the precise
Old Litkinov owned the bookshop down the road and, back when I was a poor student, I would sometimes sell him books that I had stolen from delivery trucks, supermarkets and the bedrooms of people who’d verbally undermined me. Ever perceptive, Litkinov surely knew what was going on and
“Have you ever wondered?” he asked, as they picked mushrooms in the forest near her house. “How many prehistoric people died from fungal misadventure before finding out which of these were safe to eat?” “Fungal Misadventure is the name of my back-to-the-land instrumental Pagan funk concept album,
Despite what experience has taught me, it seems publishing books isn’t only about deferred gratification after all. Three months ago I didn’t even have a publisher for my new collection of short stories. Now, a bit mindbogglingly, the finished item is back from the printers, already being sent