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The Garden Of Forking Hannahs
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The Most Unsettling Walk I've Ever Taken
A Slightly Different End-Of-Year Top Five
Now Get Back To It, You F***ing Baby
Six New Stories
8 Questions for... Tom Cox
The Cat: A Folk Tale For Midwinter
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A Newsletter Where I Write In A Fairly Chaotic Way About Several Ostensibly Unrelated Things, Some Of Which Are Depressing And Worrying, Some Of Which Are Thankfully Not
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Some Photos From My Family's Archive And The Cult Low Budget Horror Films They Became
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The True Story Of How Julian Cope Licked My Entire Face And Hypnotised Me Into An Occult Life On The Margins Of Society
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Houses In Motion
The Pain Of Knowing You Can't Go Back
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The House That Books Held Together
Subscribe now 2020 was the year I moved back to the South West following a brief spell in Norfolk - although to my mind it felt less like moving and more like running back for forgiveness, as a person might into the arms of a lover whose finer points they had
Some Ghosts I Have Known Who Turned Out To Be Massive Pricks
Ghost hunters in Somerset’s Quantock Hills have reported that the spectre of Jane Walford, who was murdered by her husband John in 1789, can often be seen at the site of her demise, known as ‘Dead Woman’s Ditch’, swearing violently at people. “FUCK OFF,” Jane will usually shout