Walking back to Happiness…

Now that the news is out about Happiness Is Wasted On Me (it’s available to pre-order hint hint hint), I can’t get myself sorted for actually getting out and about, promoting it. I’ve been speaking to some venues, looking at doing live shows, or literary salons. They’re the only salons I go to! Everything is…

Songs To Lose Your Wig Over: Tape Loop by Morcheeba

Tape Loop is a downtempo masterpiece of mood and atmosphere. I say that with complete confidence. Whenever I listen to it, I reckon it sounds like the most ‘90s song ever. Yet other times, it sounds like a time we haven’t quite reached. It melds so many elements into one track, yet it sounds unfussy.…

Kylie In The ’90s

There are two types of Kylie Minogue song. The type that work and the type that don’t. Being talented as she is, Kylie definitely has more in the former category rather than the latter. Really, an argument could be made that Kylie is the greatest indie popstar ever to work an independent label. Stock Aitken…

Ways of pre-ordering Happiness is Wasted on Me

Just incase you don't know I have a new book to plug (it's in the contract that I promote it), then here's a quick recap: My first novel for adults is now available for pre-order. You can buy it in lots of places. Waterstones I use a lot of bookshops. Waterstones is one of them.…

The Cover!

My book needed a cover and once I'd persuaded Clare at Fledgling Press to put out HAPPINESS IS WASTED ON ME, I thought about the sort of artwork I wanted for my dream cult novel. Andrew Forteath was my choice and we got him, which is wonderful for both my book and my ego. He's…

My New Book

Hello. I'm glad you're here. Alright, let me set the scene. It's cold outside. Really cold. From where I'm seated, middle-cushion on the couch with the window facing me, it looks like the biggest bag of icing sugar in the world has been sprinkled over my garden. My living room is warm. I'm drinking hot…

A tale of ten years

Rewind all the way back to 2010. I'm lost. I'm angry, a result of what I witnessed one dark night in 1998. That kind of violence changes a person, makes them cold and distant. Somehow, along the way, I've become a troll long before the term was invented. Ask me, however, and I'll tell you…