Ornaments courtesy of Mom’s Annual Christmas Box and stuff from previous Christmas Boxes! What do your holidays look like this year? …
This time last year, I was moving into my fifth flat in Glasgow. I’d lived there since 2006 and had five addresses. The reason I moved so much wasn’t because I’m fickle. It was because two of my five landlords neglected to pay the mortgages on the flats I occupied. And the secure places had lifts that liked to break down when I needed to go to work, or on nights I had tickets for concerts. During one particular breakdown…
And so, I switch off the computer and my eyes fall on my favourite chair. Currently piled with duvets and a guitar, it is wedged between a loveseat and a laundry rack. A penguin is perched on the loveseat, propped up by pillows and the last publically visible box in the house. This is half of the office. The half I can conveniently turn my back on while typing. But I miss the chair. It started out as my Grandfather’s…
Sarge and I went back to Glasgow for my best friend’s birthday dinner last weekend. After my gift-buying mission was complete and we went here for more vanilla (and hazelnut and gingerbread) coffee syrup, we went to my favourite coffee shop in my old neighbourhood. I lived around the corner from it, and it must have seemed like I held court there. This is the place where I met friends, laughed, gossiped, waited and wrote. I looked out onto…
On Friday, I listened to this and this, which made me want to start watching his actual stuff. Sarge has both of Werner Herzog’s box sets, and he’s wanted me to get into his films for ages. It can be said that every night is film night in this house. Films and booze. Friday film nights are special because they include not having to get up the next morning, and therefore, more booze. We sat down with My Best Fiend. …
