Tales Of The Gurrier

He stumbled away from his quarry eyes burning, blood streaming from the wounds to his face. His clothes were filthy, his beloved writers jacket a foul rag, stained and torn beyond redemption. His breath stank of whiskey and he staggered forward on ragged knees. Raising the bloody stumps of his typing fingers he gazed into […]

The BBC’s Giant Digital Head is coming for you. Flee you analogue fools. Flee into the hills with your rabbit ears and your aerials the Giant Head is coming. Sean Connery is inside wearing an orange nappy and he is displeased.

Capturing a moment in the city, a piece of the past leaking into the present.

This is getting too much. Will this bloody month never end! Cut me and I will bleed a whiskey and caffeine sludge. I was in the cinema today and I think I went blind in one eye. My hands feel like they’ve been stamped on by obese carthorses. It’s 2.30am and I’m updating this fecking […]

Vin Diesel awoke. His mighty senses informed him it was time to rise and once more stun the world with his physical acting prowess. The handmade satin sheets clung to his godlike frame as he rose and viewed himself admiringly in his floor to ceiling diamante mirrors.
“Hmm, what will Vin Diesel wear today?” he rumbled, […]

I live, despite Nano’s best attempts to bring my weakened life force to a terminal conclusion. As I sit here on the cusp of week three the wordcount is a respectable 19,518. Not quite on target but within an acceptable striking distance.
The weekend was again lost to much carousing. Many thanks to Kesey, […]

These two services Pandora and LastFM are really interesting. My problem, being clueless when it comes to music is never really knowing what to listen to music wise. It’s not that I dislike music but I’ve just never been that into it. Whenever I feel I would like to go and buy some new music […]

This Fall. Be good, be great, be in love, Bee Season. Watch this trailer, drink in the humongous talent vacuum that is Richard Gere. That’s it now, thats good keep drinking, do you taste him yet? That vapid scent of old bananas hanging like musk in the crisp Fall air, that’s Richard Gere. Old man […]