People look at me when I’ve got my phone out, and they’re like, how’ve you got one of those? And I say ‘I’m homeless, not dead’. George had the look of a deer that had braved the headlights, escaped to safety, and turned to a companion, eye-bulge on the wain, appreciative of how close to […]Read more "George"
“Just because you’re homeless doesn’t mean that you’re stupid, or deserve it.” Coming back from the train station yesterday we ran into a guy who, well, looked unhinged. He was skittish, asking for money for a taxi and refusing my apologetic replacement offer of food, and seemed to be dancing on the brink of doing […]Read more "Shelter?"
It occurred to me, maybe 2 weeks into my month-long intensive language course, that I didn’t really care about perfecting my Spanish. I sat in the classroom next-door to the upmarket dressmakers and let my eyes wander out of the window, choosing to pay scant attention to the discussion around me about the differences between […]Read more "Ventas station is empty"
I’m lost, I’m broke; I’m level I know that runners sit alongside vegans and guitar solo enthusiasts as the most tedious dinner party guests – always reeling off regimes, equipment, speeds and figures that mean nothing to anyone – but what can I say? I’m one of them. I don’t know where my professional […]Read more "Feet forward"
I’d never read a Gabriel Garcia Marquez. And, sadly, I confess that the only reason I’d had a sudden urge to do so is because I’d heard that he’d died. So it was with a mixture of regret and a compulsion to set right the wrongs of my literary past that I stole into my […]Read more "Clandestine in Chile: Thoughts"
First thing’s first – everyone said (well, online reviews said) that a Chromebook was absolutely useless offline. And yet here I am! Sat on the 18:44 from Kings Cross to Kings Lynn, typing away on an offline google docs document! Take that world. Put that in your technological pipe and vape it. Another day, another […]Read more "Observer, day 1: In Awe"
Having croissants at 7am. Commuting. Hitting the sauce. It’s been a tough few weeks for this (not so) recent grad with the (outdoorsy) bachelor pad – attending interviews and spinning the ol’ CV to fit the assessment criteria for various entry level positions. I’ve had interviews that required a metal detector and a security clearance […]Read more "d) Close the garage and wait for backup"
I have this theory that you never really know a city until you run around it hungover. Until you wake up at the crack of dawn, cursing your decision to leave the bar / club midway through and go to a cashpoint – it’s safe to say that only very rarely does such a decision […]Read more "Running BXL"
As I sat there on the wall – 10 feet from the revolving doors that the confident, slightly fatigued Europeans were powering through – I just knew that I’d have to be a part of that atmosphere. My coffee was shitty but my outlook was bright. I felt kind of clear for the first time […]Read more "Choose to xl"
I feel rough, I’m only 63% sure that I have clean underwear for tomorrow, and my pasta sauce smells like it’s ready. Feels good to be back. I recently re-read Murakami’s ‘What I Talk About When I Talk About Running’, and in it he quoted some other writer who said that if you want to […]Read more "BXL"