the revised list

A couple of months ago my life seemed, with melodramatic-laced torment, to be spiralling out of control. In an attempt to combat this and impose some self-constructed order on the arbritrariness of everyday living I wrote a list of twenty-five things that I would have to have done by the end of next year. Already,…

Holocaust hipsterism

 I feel disgust at pavement-hipsters – those bright young things who sit outside cafes with their floppy hats and their cigarettes – who just casually display their Meaningful Hummingbird on their left forearm or their Mexican Skull of Cultural Misappropriation at the nape of their neck. This is ink-exhibitionism. I’m sure each and every one…