Ceci n’est pas un blog
I do apologise. There will be no blog this week. I’ve been away for the weekend, you see, celebrating a …
Practically perfect in every way
Perfection is subjective. This thought occurred to me at about 9.21 on Friday evening. We were at the National Theatre’s …
Buy the book
Hi, my name is Lev. It’s three days since I bought a book. Hi Lev. I buy books like other …
Bird rage
I never feel my week has truly started until I’ve been repeatedly told to fuck off by an angry stranger. …
I Like Lists
I like chocolate. I really like chocolate. I like, and I think I’ve said this before, letting a square of …
The Sound of Silence
The week has passed noisily. Mahler, Shostakovich, life. I am on a bus. The woman next to me is, inevitably, …
Urban haven
The week has passed windily. If you find a blue sock, it’s mine. Wednesday lunchtime saw me walking down West …
Reasons to be cheerful
The week has passed as if it were five minutes, leaving many tasks, and even sentences, unfini In times of …
Autumn, valour and human leg slalom
The week has passed autumnally. Yesterday, deserted by the muse, I put out a twitter plea. ‘If you have any …
Lies, damned lies and black redstarts
Once upon a time there was a little boy who lied. He didn’t do it all the time. No no …