By: Lydia Crow “At the right moment in time, at the point where I had finally secured a moderately average salary, in a city I loved which was filled with friends, and a freedom I had not felt for many a year, I decided to throw everything into chaos.” – Alexander Michael Crow …
Category: Irregular Musings
Dear Lydia (Letter from Nigel Downs, General Manager, O2 Academy Brixton)
By: Lydia Crow ShiverWrigglers may recall Lydia Crow’s letter of complaint to the O2 Academy, Brixton in early December 2012. You can read it online here. Well, Nigel Downs, General Manager at the O2 Academy Brixton, has replied. Here is his response in full: Dear Lydia, I can only apologise for not replying to…
Dear O2 Academy (Sadly, A Letter of Complaint)
By: Lydia Crow Dear O2 Academy, Firstly, I would like to congratulate you on the well-organised and fabulous evening which was the Ben Folds Five gig last night. The organisation at the door was smooth, the venue amazing and the music outstanding. Sadly, however, I must confess there was something which jarred slightly about…
The Woman at the Foot of the Bed
By: Vague It was a dark and stormy night. Actually, this is a lie. It was a clear, windy, and typically Northern-Scottish-Autumn night, with the moon shining through the sloped window in my attic bedroom. I had no blind or curtain, not a problem in winter, but at this latitude summers are light, all…
Moments
By: Hugin In one of my favourite television programs, Psych, there is a point where the main character asks his father if he thinks it is possible to miss a ‘moment’ in life. His father’s reply is that life is made up of ‘moments’: “you’re having one right now”. I think that’s something that I’m only…
Mummy Wow, I’m a Big Boy Now.
By: Will Roberts 4th February 2011 Just caught my reflection in the window. With the blue/white light from my laptop reflected in my glasses I look fucking sinister. I have eaten, predominantly, South African Biltong this evening (ahh, the primal thrill of tearing strips of dried meat with your teeth), I’ve drunk, exclusively, lager and…
RLSH
By: Will Roberts I’m temporarily residing in a grey satellite town, cowering in the shadow of a slag heap in South Yorkshire. Though the mine nearby is still, on paper, a going concern it is one of the countless forced to hand over it’s gift-wrapped testicles to dear old Maggie back in the early…
I’m A Show Off
By: Will Roberts Now I don’t wish to rock the boat, and do stop me if the particular thread I’m picking at here is the one which unravels the cardigan, but I’m currently contemplating something of a quandary and I’m concerned it might be an ‘elephant in the room’ of an issue over which it…
Time and Overconsumption
By: Patrick ‘Time is not money; time is life.’ This sentence is from an article written in the 1960s. The article quotes a recent passage from ‘The Times’ in which it was shown that Americans in fact work just as hard in the 1960s as they did in the 1850s despite the introduction of machines and…
Time; Our Friend
By: Hugin Five hours ago I had a ‘blast from the past’ – a really valuable experience. It was finding a story I had written when I was ten, not so juvenile as to be laughable, but with that overriding air of innocence that unfortunately cannot be preserved for day-to-day adult living. Human kind…