5 Reasons Why London Made Me Smile This Month Or Jack Kerouac Was Kind Of An Arsehole, Wasn’t He?

In which I discuss my motivations for writing, and ponder why a certain douche nozzle frat boy is considered a literary iconoclast, remarkable novelist and poet.* You know that feeling you get that’s like a surge of inspiration, an electric current pushing you forward and physically forcing you to bring a pen to paper, to write…Read more 5 Reasons Why London Made Me Smile This Month Or Jack Kerouac Was Kind Of An Arsehole, Wasn’t He?

How the Government Spends Your Tax Contributions: A Quick Example Using London Police Horses

Yesterday on the bus to work I was gazing out of the window and brushing up on my favourite tardiness excuse — ’sorry there’s awful traffic at X due to Catastrophe Y and time delay is thus completely not my fault’ — when I came across a peculiar scene. I actually saw a real traffic jam. It’s as if…Read more How the Government Spends Your Tax Contributions: A Quick Example Using London Police Horses