Tuesday, 23 September 2014


"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,"

Howl by Allen Ginsberg, 1955.

Friday, 19 September 2014


Verona's streets are a complete tangle; running around grand buildings and ancient stonework, overlapping, flowing, then snapping at right angles around an immovable church, little eddies of streets form courtyards without warning, run on and burst suddenly into a sunlight Piazza. Everything in the city shows you its age, ancient monuments or careworn apartments with crumbling plaster, peeling paint and worn wooden doors. The occasional freshly painted building seems alien and film set fake in its newness.

The whole city is textures asking to be touched. Rounded cobbles, smooth pebbles, rough brick, foot step polished marble, raised wooden knots, flaking paint and rotting plaster. Not a single join-less glass or steel structure in sight. Everything is well used, from the drooping wrought iron balconies to the rusty chain holding a faded whale's rib under an archway.

Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Life with the Nexus 7 Tablet

Eighteen months ago I joined the future and bought a shiny slab of technology, a 2012 WiFi Nexus 7. Since then many newer and shinier models have appeared on the market, so a long detailed review is less interesting than looking at the useful niche it has found in my everyday life: replacing paper.