There was a time when I lived a different life. We were isolated from the world, living in our small space.Playing by the rules of this particular place and time. Where the smallest item, luxury, sample of information, each indulgence; became currency. Homesick, some of us just plain sick, we would retire to our bunks…
And as such, with each sip of wine and with each jam on the radio (read: Spotify) my mood changes. Perhaps the mood is changing to protect myself, as I bounce from tab to tab, writing simultaneously about suicide and servitude and pop music and now, well, I don’t know what the fuck this is….
This is my damned blog and I am the boss of me, and I will gd post whatever trash I feel moved to, so sorry old friends and relatives who came here from an outdated email subscription. You should probably leave now. Quick, before anyone notices. It’s Saturday night. Earlier I was watching X-Files (Season…
This piece, unlike my previous postings, provided a particular challenge. While aiming to remain true to my New Year’s Resolution, my aim was to connect with my food, and more intimately, connect with the person responsible for my food. I thought at first, that that shouldn’t present a problem at all. After all I am…
The Unconscious Eater or a Reflection on the New Year After the excessively festive festive season, most of us are now considering the looming pressure of starting another year afresh. After all that wine, food and consumerism it is inevitable that we will aim and hope to begin a new year; slimmer, healthier, chatting…
There are times when aspiring Food Writers have to take normal jobs to help keep the cupboard stocked with organic single estate coffee beans. And when I say ‘normal job’ I really mean the furthest thing from normal, and only normal in the sense that it’s what I do from Monday to Friday. There…
