The Break In |
My flatmate leaves to meet up with her fella. She locks the door behind her and the air around me falls silent. I reflect on my day and the paradox created by the excpetionally good and the bad news t...
Posted by Marco on Fri, 15 Jun 2007 03:03:00 PST |
Message in a bottle |
We drank a bottle of wine on Primrose Hill and finished it off during the slow walk back to my apartment through Regents Park and down the Grand Union canal. I necked the last drop at the point where ...
Posted by Marco on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 04:03:00 PST |
Prison Break |
A mate of mine completed half of his 2 year sentence and got released on good behaviour. He got told on release that he had to visit the probation office in Basildon the following day, which he ...
Posted by Marco on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 01:44:00 PST |
Why Politicised Science is Dangerous |
Imagine that there is a new scientific theory that warns of an impending crisis, and points to a way out. This theory quickly draws support from leading scientists, politicians and celebrities around ...
Posted by Marco on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 02:18:00 PST |
The Shit Kicking Establishment in full swing |
Sunday PM - A number of events occur to make me question the practice of modern day security in recreational establishments
Sunday PM - I make a phone call
Monday - I write a blog to which I rec...
Posted by Marco on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 12:49:00 PST |
My Vitriol - Nazi Bouncers of Old Street |
I shall not name the club (yet) but I shall tell the story from last night....
As we sat down having a mild mannered birthday drink, a bored bouncer wandered over and said he wanted to throw out ...
Posted by Marco on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 06:59:00 PST |
Me n Mungo go get some |
Me n my man Mungo have been eating the hamburger for years but it was only unitl the other week we decided to compile our top 6 burger places in London. Mungo cannot speak but when he is happy he laug...
Posted by Marco on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 10:03:00 PST |
Meeting with Mephistopheles |
The voyeuers sit like vultures hungry for attention. I lean against the back of the red leather booth tucking my fist under my chin and survey the scene through my long nosed mask. The warm aroma of f...
Posted by Marco on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 02:17:00 PST |
Death on a pale horse |
I stare at the cracked face of the pocket watch and smear the congealed blood and chipped bone off its surface. 12:31.... Even after I pulled it from the remnants of the mans skull it still maintains ...
Posted by Marco on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 06:14:00 PST |
The Free paper does not symbolise Free Press |
The Metro was alright. It would sit quite happily in its shitty blue cradle, quietly waiting for some cheap bastard to pick it up and I could ignore it smug in the knowledge that I know better th...
Posted by Marco on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 03:26:00 PST |
