Writing Let’s get this one out of the way first. I came here to write, and written I have. It’s actually been pretty easy. A piece of piss, in fact. All you have to do, see, is put one word after the other. If you keep doing that, for ages, you’ll have lots of sentences, and those sentences will …
Barcelona
An Exercise In Perception
The first thing I saw this morning as I walked out of my hostel was a guy on a bike, riding up the middle of the street on one wheel. Just a kid, sitting back with a big grin on his face, front wheel high in the air. And not just for a second, either. I stood and watched as he rode all the way down …
Underneath The Orange Trees
"Underneath the orange trees I sit, in the grounds of the biblioteca. Shielded from the midday sun, by the branches of the trees—branches teeming with fruit. Bunches of three or four, clustered together, their bright orange peel mottled brown like the skin of a leopard. No way these oranges would …
Primavera Sound Festival 2015
Let’s get the ranting out of the way first, shall we? Maybe I’m just getting old, or maybe humanity is getting worse. Maybe both. I don’t know, but this year—more than any other—I’m finding my levels of irritation at the people who spend the whole time taking photos of the band—rather than …
That Time I Met Kory Clarke
November 1st 2012. The day after Hallowe’en. I’m on my way to the Sala Razzmatazz—a gig venue located near the Poblenou district of Barcelona. The streets round here are big and wide and completely deserted. With the clocks going back last weekend, it’s already dark, and in spite of the ample …