Something of the Night.
The new book is out. I’ve always done an introduction to the books, and posted them on this site; this is a first pass, really. I got the idea for a book about the...
Category: Personal
Puch Maxi Moped, tit rub (or tit-rub), triple cooked chips.
Once again. I’ve been looking at the search terms whereby people find this site. Luckily, the most popular search term is Ian Marchant, and the various permutations thereof. But what fascinates me is the...
Good weekend so far, touch wood.
We drove to Cambridge yesterday to pick up some stuff, and on the way I bought the Radio Times and i, both of which had favouable things to say about the psycho-geography show on...
Secret Garden Parties
Here’s a lovely photo of the author dressed very much en trende. The autumn is going to be all about knitwear, in my view. These woollen lederhosen, or wollenhosen as I guess we should...
I’ve had my chips
The combination of our first wedding anniversary with some teaching in that London for the National Academy of Writing meant that my wife and I were looking for something fun to do in the...
Time to get over it
Well, ‘Something of the Night’ has gone to the typesetters, so soon I’ll be correcting the proofs. From now on in the process, changes have to be kept to a minimum, so I’ve had...
Looking for Albert (and Kate)
It’s a funny old world, and no mistake. This week I sent out a call on Facebook for help in my quest to get in touch with Kate Bush. I’m a long time fan;...
Moped Lads
I’m not sure that I’m supposed to give away what future shows in the Radio Four series ‘The Completists‘ are actually about… but here’s some oblique clues as to the subject of the next...
In case of fire…
I got a call today from a journalist on The Sunday Express, who wanted to talk about the series I’ve just done for Radio Four, which is called ‘The Completists’, and which starts on...
I remember Lancaster
Earlier this evening I was bimbling about looking for something I’d written a few years back. Clicking on long unopened files, I found this. It was written as a commision for a bloke who...
Music really was my first love.
And sometimes it’s the only thing that pulls you through. 25 years ago, I lived in a freezing cold artists studio up in the South Downs behind Newhaven. It was winter, and I had...
May your days…
All the girls are here for Christmas, despite the snow. In fact, now we’re all here, and the supplies are in, and the shopping done, and the tree trimmed and the house looking fab...
The Presteigne One
On the morning of Thursday 17th of June, I was having a bit of a lie-in. I’d been at an all day meeting in Birmingham on the day before, and had finished the meeting...
My Dead Dad, by one half of Your Dad
My Dad was a man without qualities. He died at 11.25pm on May 6th, 2010, just as the election results were starting to come in. As his ultimate wife said to me a few...
Sod it again
Another Sunday, and another set of psephological puzzles. Cleggy has come out and said that the Lib Dems wouldn’t support keeping Gordon in No. 10 if the New Party got the lowest number of...
