A Distorted Reality.

Tomorrow.
That date holds nothing but a test of the postal times of the Royal Mail to me: it is the date upon which the acceptance and rejection letters for places at Cambridge University colleges are sent out, but it won’t be until the Saturday of this week or Monday of next week that I find [...]

Johnny Whitney said it best on The Blood Brother’s track Devastator, from the album Crimes (which, by the way, as an album is brilliant): ‘everybody needs a little devastation.’ Our reasons for needing this dereliction may differ, but we all still nonetheless need it. Myself? I require a sense of crushing morbidity and something which [...]

I’m serialising a short story called ‘Light.’ on here.
I hope that it is enjoyed.

This song rocks so goddamn hard!!! I love the worst case scenario imagery, like a Palanhuik book. Unflinchingly cynical. This is one of those songs that you want to listen to when the bombs are being dropped and you’ve pissed off all your loved ones and it’s just you, a hooker and some good pills.
Best [...]

See, see, this is what I need. I need to know secrets and have secrets and keep secrets. I need to be confided in.
I am currently in love with Vox.

This Friday, I meet Richard Shepherd and try to coerce him into agreeing to let me do some work experience with him. I like him: he’s a good local MP and isn’t afraid to deviate from his party line.
Failing that, a chat about the hilarious direction of the Conservative party will no doubt be had.

I’m a Roman candle: my head is full of flame.

Times of calm; times of quiet: they bore me.
Argument, debate: this is what I live for, even if I know fuck all about the subject at hand and even if the matter is something completely and utterly banal. Haha, I remember, once, spending two hours arguing with my best friend of the time whether the [...]

I’m getting neurotic about potential choices which I may have to make next year. In 346 days, to be more exact; and it’s a decision which will affect the rest of my life, and a decision which I cannot undo if it turns out to be the incorrect one.
I’m talking, of course, about university choice.
Assuming [...]

Somebody just compared me to Edward Cullen again. This depresses me.