You would play, and I would sing, and the cold melody would sear its way into my consciousness…
Hellulandsaga
They would not let their families know. There would be panic…
Relapse/Grindr
Sex these days is sometimes born from terse, laconic bursts of text, flying through the snowy air on unseen wings like little bullets of lust. That’s how I met Jim…
On Brexit and the end of the UK
Outside the confines of the European Union, the British state may not long survive the centrifugal forces of Scottish nationalism and post-imperial decline.
On Calvin and Hobbes
If you like Calvin and Hobbes you and I are friends, even if we meet that day, and never see each other again…
Nicholas Pullen 