A Nice Cup Of Tea And A Book: 1980

OK, so I lied.  I said I’d need a break between 1977 and this, David Peace’s 1980. It seems I didn’t. I tried to take a break.  I started two other books and gave up a dozen pages in.  They were too light.  My brain had grown accustomed to the distressing world of Peace’s Yorkshire […]

A Nice Cup Of Tea And A Book: 1977

It’s grim up north* At least it is in David Peace’s 1977. Bleak, gloomy and darker than closing your eyes at the bottom of an ocean where even those weird, ugly fish are scared to go. Awful, terrible, beautiful darkness.  Peace just won’t leave you alone. His words gnaw and eat at you and his […]

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.