Steven

Steven

FCon 2014

FCon has been and gone for another year *sigh*. I had a great time, getting to live in my element for a few days rather than put up with the drudgery of the so called real world I inhabit the…

Flak jacket

I get a lot of flak about my leather jacket… *titter* flak jacket *makes note to change post title* But the truth is it means a hell of a lot more to me than most people assume. I’ve been spotted…

The clock is ticking…

On Sunday 20th July, I will turn thirty. Is it a gulp moment, or a woo hoo moment? Neither to be honest. Being the youngest out of most of my friends (even if by only a few days), I’ve seen…

I am not a bum…

…I’m a jerk. I don’t think anything can sum up how I feel right now better than this excerpt from the 1979 Steve Martin masterpiece that was ‘The Jerk’: . I don’t need any of this! I don’t need this stuff!…

Outside bad. Sun scary.

I went outside. It was scary and outdoors-like. But it was also sort of fun. There were pigeons! After an impromptu invitation from an impromptu friend I was forced politely shoved into having a day out in Sheff…Sheff…Sheffield. I know,…

X is for Xanthic

You yellow-bellied, lily-livered, lowdown, spineless, pusillanimous, gutless, chicken-shit, excuse for a writer! You wouldn’t dare write that! Or have your character do this. You make me sick…COWARD! Admit it, go on! There are things you won’t dare write, things you…