Category Archives: Renegade A to Z

I’ve spent a long time wondering what to do for the letter P, and this came to me this morning while I was at the gym. Not that gyms are particularly fraught with peril, unless you’ve bashed your foot in … Continue reading →

I’ve just discovered a new favourite thing: an iPhone app that allows me to produce tilt shift pictures. I’ve been fascinated by tilt shift photography, but it was one of those things I thought only accessible to professionals. After finding … Continue reading →

This might be one of those posts that I regret, one that I think about and cringe. I still feel a bit off about that Hair post. Nerves. Or to use the technical term, an anxiety disorder. Well, actually, I’m … Continue reading →

I will not bother writing a romantic prosy introduction about being a synaesthete and the power of music in my life, since I’ve done that so many times it bores me as much as it does my readers. Instead, these … Continue reading →

Imaginary correspondence. Dear Man In Car At 3am, One of the greater achievements of humankind, after the wheel and fire, was obviously the doorbell. Until people discovered the doorbell, and indeed its predecessor, “knocking on the door”, they were forced … Continue reading →

It’s some time past midnight in a long ward, the beds creaking as patients turn over. I sit up, see a cardboard bowl next to my right hand, and vomit blood into it. I think I might need to see … Continue reading →

I started keeping a diary when I was a kid. I had dreams of being the kind of diarist who wrote interesting and exciting things, like Anne Frank. Unfortunately, after a few days, my attempts at keeping any kind of … Continue reading →

Now I get all spiritual on you. Or something like it. For a year I went through a breakdown. End of 2008 to end of 2009: a long slow burn of breaking apart, trying to pick up the pieces, breaking … Continue reading →

Back on post C, I promised I’d explain about the funny thing that happened in Tiananmen Square, didn’t I? For this you need to know that I have red hair. It’s rare outside the UK, which is what makes travelling … Continue reading →

Once upon a time, I was going to be an English major, two years early. My stories and articles were my completed coursework, I was already to go. And then I discovered geography. My father told me, I recall, that … Continue reading →