My first newsetter is here and you can sign up at the link ;)
Just click the link.
Enter your email address. Hey presto. Me words.
Here’s a taster of the first missive about my getting the bus in the mornings:
“The men on the rush hour buses have become Cal Hockley on the Titanic, lying his way on to a life boat. They think their shuffling towards the stairs as it bleeds children rushing to the school gates is a subtle Cold War move. I see your navy coat ballet, boys. They convincingly apologise for blocking someone’s way as they maintain their raven perch. There could be a naked woman on the bus and they would only have eyes for an about to be vacated seat.”
I was once asked to consider writing a column for a thing and I replied that I live a very bland life. Welcome to the dust bowl.