It’s sad, but fitting, that I hear the news through Warren Ellis. His six words fire across my twitter feed like gunshot, instantly stopping every writer, illustrator, reader and thinker I know in...
What is it that Jarvis Cocker sang in that Pulp song? Oh yeah. Tugging on strands of blissed-out escapism, Cocker links rave’s field-trip culture to hanging around aimlessly on grass, neatly...
The grass-roots in the UK is shattered. Party membership and volunteerism is tremendously low, and long-term disengagement with national politics had only the briefest of respites as a result of the...
Within forty-eight hours we might have a picture of what the next five years will look like in the UK. Might. It could well be that we don’t even know how the UK electoral map has finally turned...
“There’s this thing, it’s called Government, and it’s got a hell of a lot of resources and it’s got a lot of people making very important decisions… but those people and those decisions...
And so I find myself alone. Hours of luxurious solitude stretch ahead... and it takes about thirty seconds for dirty thoughts to materialize. I draw the curtains, loosen my clothes, light a candle in...
I shouldn’t start by saying I remember being in New York last summer. I was walking twenty five feet above West 19th Street, slack-jawed at the effort and enthusiasm that went into transforming a...
(In the 'zine that accompanied Los Campesinos! second album there's a quote emblazoned on white space: "Telling stories is telling lies". They're the words of B. S. Johnson, one of those forgotten...
Maybe it's the coffee, but on the way into New Cross the graffiti only seems to say 'Modern Life Is Rubbish'. Alongside the railway line, for what seems like a full five minute stretch, mounds of...
It starts with Kylie, Kylie and Doctor Who. Kylie is The Doctor; her former self died and a new model rose in its place. She's not the only one either. 00's music was a parade of regeneration - more...
