Irregular Gigs presents Mutual Mass Debation! (Working Title… Honest…) New opportunity for people who want to do something with a bit of a twist, just for fun. I have booked space at the Royal George in Soho where Irregular Gigs will be hosting a debate series. Basically two teams of three people will get five…

So everyday until the end of the year, I am going to endeavour to write a piece based around a random quote from this generator: http://www.feath.com/idea/quote.htm It’s a coincidence that the generator is clearly supposed to be used as a writing prompt; this is something I have been thinking of doing for a while. So join me…

Good news, I survived the flight from Marrakech*. Bad news, I have literally lost the TARDIS. DHL have mislaid it in Surrey somewhere. True Fact. No one wants to be the Silurian at the party. I know Haters gotta Hate, but don’t be  one of them, sad and alone on a Friday night, with no-one…

Everyone was talking about it. Or at least the advertisement said that everyone was talking about it. The greatest Evolution since… Evolution! Admittedly, Kate’s friends, family and casual acquaintances didn’t know what it did exactly but they had all heard from a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend that it was the ‘only thing’. Kate rolled her eyes at the…

Tuna was the dominant smell. The whole carriage was high with the stench. People were screaming, laughing, screwing, fighting. I had thought many thing about the end of the world; I had expected human degradation and desperation; but never the smell of tuna. Overwrought I struggled out of my seat and down the seething aisle….

Singing “we are the champions” at the top of her voice, Clara tottered down the platform as high as her heels and only half as sensible. It had been a night of good byes. One person lost to cancer by lunch time. One boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, said good bye over a blazing row and a…

Oh-my-God-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god. Breathe, you stupid woman. Breathe. Oh-my-God-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god. What the Hell am I going to do? I can feel the ring on my finger burning my skin. Making the sheathed patch of skin itch and scratch and writhe away from the metal. Or am I projecting too much? I really need to get a grip. I…

Everyone was talking about it. Or at least the advertisement said that everyone was talking about it. The greatest Evolution since… Evolution! Admittedly, Kate’s friends, family and casual acquaintances didn’t know what it did exactly but they had all heard from a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend that it was the ‘only thing’. Kate rolled her eyes at the…