An analogue man in an digital age, Fuelled and consumed with technology rage. Don’t Facebook or 4square, don’t blog and don’t tweet, Don’t use googlemaps to look down my street, Blackberries and Apples belong in fruit pies And Ipads and kindles cause strain to my eyes. No mobile, no
It had been a very long time since there’d been this many of the O’Connell clan in one room, particularly one containing neither a bar or a judge. Uncles, aunts and cousins for as the eye could see. It wasn’t a pleasant sight. I can
The word most commonly associated with Jerry Clinton is cult. That’s not a spelling mistake. I once heard a university lecturer say that movement was a more appropriate description than cult but it’s a fine line and barking is in the eye of the beholder.
I’d like to start by saying desert island my arse. It’s surrounded by water. Not a typical characteristic of your average desert. And there’s fucking palm trees on it. Palm fucking trees.? When did you last see a coconut in the Kalahari? Fucking never that’s
It was impossible to lay eyes upon The S.S. Touchstone without being impressed. I’d seen photos, studied the plans and interviewed some of the men who built her but no amount of research had prepared me for her sheer magnificence. Legend has it that
I’d decided to take the stairs. I’m not the fittest guy in the world but the stairway had been used as a toilet slightly less the elevator, which in turn had been used as a toilet slightly less than the car park. In places the