As the audience for this site has increased a fair bit in the last few days, and to try to build on this before it fizzles away, here is my elevator pitch:
WE’RE GOING DOWN. WHICH FLOOR ARE YOU GETTING OFF ON?
The site is generally dark humour / satire interspersed with some personal stories of what has been a colourful and deeply bizarre life. I didn’t go looking for weird. It came knocking.
I rejected conformity and trust in authority at a very tender age, seeing them as the imposed and self-serving narratives of those who seek to cage and control us.
Life is not a plantation and going along for the sake of getting along is a personal (and cowardly) choice, not an obligation.
I guess this makes me some kind of anarchist-libertarian but I tend to reject labels as an attempt to categorise and therefore pigeon-hole us.
Labels are for losers. The only thing that stays in a pigeon hole is pigeon shit.
I left the UK in 2004 in the aftermath of the neocon war of aggression in Iraq and am very glad I did so. I didn’t have an easy life at all there and the complacency of those around me who told me to shush and stop rocking the boat was frankly sickening.
Since then I have lived and worked in numerous countries in the Middle and Far East, with a brief stint back in Bristol where I found that I was now completely unemployable in the UK.
So be it.
Things have been way more interesting away from the TV and the supermarket two-for-ones in any case.
For new readers, here are the ten most popular (but not, IMO best) posts on this site:
(A deeply uncomfortable experience that may have been down to drux or demonic djinn. Fuck it. It’s a spooky story)
(A frankly stupid joke I made earlier this week which has now been viewed nearly 4,000 times.)
(A cartoon I drew in the 90s whose popularity I suspect is mainly due to attempts to hack the site. Still, it’s not bad)
(A satirical gushing piece I wrote after discovering an Apple-branded lighter in Vietnam)
(A news story I stumbled upon- there are some fucked up people out there)
(My take on the Mandela Effect, pointing out a few anomalies)
(Part of an autobiography of my early 20s which I had to abort as too painful to continue with)
(A piss-take of the small village in the English Cotswolds in which I spent my childhood)
(Some funny photos of bad English taken during my years of wandering)
(Did you know she never wipes it?)
There’s plenty of other good shit on here- please poke around. I’m not writing this as a personal catharsis. I have beer for that. It’s meant to entertain. I’m happy if it does; happier still if you buy a copy of my book. There are no adverts on here for a reason and, no, it’s not because you’re using an ad blocker.
It’s because I am not sucking the corporate cock.