No Future
As Elizabeth II’s seventy-year long reign of terror comes to an end, and King Charles Sausage Fingers Paddington Rumplestump Bangers and Crisps III ascends the throne, Britain has been thrown into hugger-mugger, harum-scarum, utter balderdash: bike racks have ...
It’s Just a Jump to the Left
I have always admired the writer Iain Sinclair for the extraneous vowel in his name and the execrable titles he gives his excellent books, like Slow Chocolate Autopsy, in which we meet Norton, confined to London’s city limits but free to roam ...