December 19, 2010 Leave a comment


The doctor said the only thing he can suggest I do is to start taking something like Phenelzine or something stronger but I need to be monitored closely.

The therapist said she’s sorry she couldn’t help me but our allotted time is up. She is going to make some phone calls and speak to some people because one session a week is not enough and I need something more intensive.

Thats plus that sounds like hospital to me.


If I go in this time, I don’t know if I’ll come back out. I’m scared because I have this strong feeling that it may be a kill or cure situation.

I don’t like talking about being in hospital. Some parts I don’t actually remember, some parts I remember too vividly and some parts I remember because they were actually FUN. The food is never good though.

I’m distracting myself. Not sure where I’m going with writing this. Just kind of getting my thoughts out, I suppose.

I met someone. She’s not on the other side of the world, but she’s far enough away that I don’t get to see her. Doesn’t help that my car died on me just this side of London a few weeks ago either. She is kind and funny and beautiful and the right kind of dirty and she gets me. I think about her when some music plays, when I watched Scary Movie 2 last night, when I play with my broken mobile phone. She has been knocked and bruised as much as me and she knows how I’m hurting. I want to be better. I want to be a better man for her. She deserves a whole man.

But I pushed her away. Partly for her sake – because it would make it easier for her to walk away from me. Partly because (as my therapist tells me) I do it to punish myself because I feel like I don’t deserve to have someone as good as her in my life to make me feel… Special… Wanted… Good… Normal – like you.

Fuck. I don’t know. I don’t know. I miss her. I miss me.

Do I go in, do I stay out and try on my own? It worked for a while last time, but then stuff happened to fuck with me again.

Kill or cure. Kill or cure.

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October 27, 2010 2 comments

So for those of you who don’t know, NaNoWriMo stands for..well… I’ll let them tell you, shall I?

National Novel Writing Month is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to novel writing. Participants begin writing November 1. The goal is to write a 175-page (50,000-word) novel by midnight, November 30.

Although technically it’s an International thing.   I digress.   After my success with Eater of Hearts (more on this soon), I want to try and write something else and having a strictly enforced deadline and structure like NaNoWriMo might just be good for me. Expect updates!

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Progress and Regress

October 22, 2010 Leave a comment

Just when you think you might be getting somewhere, something happens to knock you on your ass and sets you back even further than you were before. It’s… stupid, I suppose is a good word for it. Read more…

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Bonjour, Parlez-vous Franglais?

September 24, 2010 5 comments

You can’t run away from your problems. I mean, sure – you can run away from things like the fuckwits at the DWP or the various bailiffs, but real troubles, REAL troubles. They’re the things that sit heavily in your heart and mind. They press upon your soul. You carry them with you always and you can’t run away from them. Read more…

“Impatience is a virtue” – The Samsung Jet Advert

August 13, 2010 3 comments

It may be more than just a phone, but it is definitely more than just an advert.

Samsung have taken an egg from the ravaged uterus of a weekend coke snorter and injected it with the dying sperm of an insurance sales team leader and then force-gestated the resultant embryo in the sickening juices of everything that was wrong with the 80’s. The ‘mother’ who carried this abomination was the director for E4’s thinly veiled dramatised shock-doc, Skins and throughout it’s accelerated pregnancy was bombarded with sounds and images of incoherency which can only be compared to the brainwashing sequence from A Clockwork Orange. What was birthed, nay SHAT,  into the world was the advert for the Samsung JET. Read more…

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Me and Mrs Peeling

August 2, 2010 4 comments

I was sat in the garden with my mother, Mrs Teresa Peeling. Yes, say it out loud. Teresa Peeling. The Trees are peeling. Laugh it up, I’m grateful. When she divorced my father, she was wooed by a guy named Green. So I’m glad she married Mr Peeling. Read more…

This Time Last Year

August 2, 2010 6 comments

This time last year, I was waking up in my old car in a pub car park somewhere in Worcestershire. Read more…

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