After E left us ...

Too much wine and a heated debate ...

Coffee foam shape of the week #1

Stop me if you've heard this ...
Just a couple of quick points before you go any further into this post ...°1 I posted this once before, but in three parts. It was a very long time ago (relative to how long I have been blogging), but still, you may have read it.°2 It's a long post. Some people don't like long posts (including me) so don't feel obliged to stick around and read it. If you are planning on zooming off somewhere else though, I suggest you check out the blog list over there on the right. It's full of great blogs, and that's befo

A reply to Jack Moon's message.
Jack,Christ, I forgot about those sample chapters. They arealready irrelevant, the book has become an organic, slithering beast that I amstruggling to keep pointing in one true direction … well, fuck it. Ben didn’tseem to keen anyway did he? Can’t you just forward the entire message? I findit hard to believe that a man of his supposed stature would stoop so low as torefer to me an ass in an email which by its very existence fuels thepossibility, however vague,

A message from Jack Moon
Jonas,I had planned on forwarding Ben's email to you this morning, but then I began to wonder about the morals of such an act so instead i will just steal words from it and type them here instead. That's not the same thing is it? I'll get to the point of his message in a minute or two, but first i must ask you if you still plan on coming back to the CITY in the next few months? I think it will help things move along a lot faster, assuming they even begin to move at all.Ben's email aske

Everyone around for the night ...
Hutch was just being Hutch, while Norf lay in the corner, staring out from wherever he imagined he was with one red eye, E had popped out because K was supposed to be coming around and we had no Bombay Sapphire left over from the night before. Julie was flicking though E's magazines and looking at her watch in an attempt to pass a "can we go the fuck home now" message to Stepek who was lying on the floor with his head half hidden under the sofa, stroking the cat from downstairs and mumbling "it puts the lotion in the basket" while Rache

To Edinburgh and back again. °4. Back to Paris at last ...
“You don’t lookso well,” I told Ken as we buckled ourselves into our seats, sore headed andgunky eyed, desperately hoping for some sleep on this late-evening Geneva Parisflight.“I’vesurely felt better,” he mumbled back at me, “I wish I had eaten some food, mystomach feels like a fish tank. Don’t talk to me Jonas, I’m