It has rained consistently since we got back from America. I had to spend two whole days in Broadmead, which is the part of Bristol where all the products gang up on you. Because of these things, and because I have just got back from a series of daring and sexy adventures in the GREATESTContinue reading “The Trouble with Christmas”
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Final Thoughts
I had barely been back in San Francisco twenty minutes and had seen no less than three separate drag Santa-ettes. When I started this blog I promised all the goss on what Mon is eating, for as you are probably well aware, there is an expanding network of cultish interest around what goes into thisContinue reading “Final Thoughts”
Wilf and Mon vs. The Gun
Naturally, the gun control debate now rages across the states like a fire. Most advocates of the right to bear arms stay silent, including the NRA. Others have begged their opponents not to politicise the shooting. A panel discussion was held on national television yesterday, and it invited some of the key voices in thisContinue reading “Wilf and Mon vs. The Gun”
Adventure
Long waits in stations, truck-stops, borders and so on make up great swathes of the actual flesh of adventures. Waiting for hours while a customs official turns your anus inside out, or insists on a telephone interview with your grandmother, or keeps asking you to explain how you got a light dusting of meth-amphetamine onContinue reading “Adventure”
Elinor Rupert
Our intelligent, reliable, jovial, and fearsomely independent car, who has taken us over 7000 miles, has just died. Luckily, we are in the middle of the desert and so the sun is shining, and there are plenty of snakes. Phew! I’m trying to convince one to give me an apple. We had named the carContinue reading “Elinor Rupert”
Black, White, Cajun, Creole
I have this little maxim: ‘Pretend you are in Utopia until further notice.’ When I am going about the earth I try not to assume that things are irreparably messed up, that the apocalypse is imminent, or that people are irrationally murderous selfish maximisers. Instead I assume I am walking through a perfect world ofContinue reading “Black, White, Cajun, Creole”
New Orleans
We are staying on a ‘compound’, which means a kind of community where everyone has their own houses, but they share a garden space, chickens, and a fire every night. On the night we arrived we hate oysters and learnt Cajun dancing. Mon is learning Cajun cooking. So Bristol has much to look forward to:Continue reading “New Orleans”
The good ship Nashville
Writing this blog is SO hard. Stuff is relentless, and I’m expected to somehow remember it all, and worse still, to communicate it in a digestible form. It is ridiculous to hope to describe all the beauteous and alarming experiences we keep having, almost as silly as attempting to effectively convey even a tiny selectionContinue reading “The good ship Nashville”
Gods of the Desert
We came down from the mountains. The freeway just keeps going down and down. It went down for all of Jimi Hendrix’s A Love Supreme, then for two whole CD’s of Doc Watson. Eventually you are in the desert. Salt Lake City is built on the flats. Full of trees and greenery yet surrounded byContinue reading “Gods of the Desert”
Yellowstone National Park
So we went to Yellowstone National Park. It is right on a fault line and has all sorts of crazy volcanic shit going on in it. I will do my best to detail said shit below, labouring honourably despite the handicap produced by the fact that the English language is ill-fitted to describe the outlandishContinue reading “Yellowstone National Park”