Category: Thoughts

A Journey into the Weird West

My father wasn’t a happy man; if anything, he was a miserable bastard. Few things brought a smile to his face: a pint or two of stout, a horse race or a cowboy film...

Why Zines Matter to Me

It was 1976 in London. Punk rock was a bubbling undercurrent and bored, disaffected youth were waking up to the fact that they could create their own culture. It was intoxicating in a world...

Six books I love to reread

There are a few books that I regularly reread. These are not just books I like, but works that have also been influential over the decades. Each taught me something, and rereads are always...

My issue with horror

Picture the scene: in a North London terraced house, it’s 10.30pm on a Friday night  in 1971. In the main bedroom, the patriarch, the bread winner and staunch defender of the Pope, lies snoring....