Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em

We’re giving a last, wheezing hurrah to public smoking at The Liars’ League’s Cigarettes and Alcohol special, tonight at The Lamb, 94 Lamb’s Conduit Street. The tar-laced fun starts at 7, though get there early if you want to be sure of entry and possibly passively-gained emphysema. Tonight’s line-up includes the chokingly talented writerly stylings of: [...]

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The Cost of Ryanair

I was in what might generously be called a plane collision last weekend. In truth, the episode was hardly a dramatic one – whilst taxiing out to the runway, the pilot somehow managed to hit the skywalk we’d come in on with the wing of the plane. The pilot came over the intercom to apologise [...]

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Civic duty

There’s a car alarm going off somewhere in the streets around my flat. It’s been going off for about half an hour. After the jump, an exciting series of pie charts I whipped up using my remedial powerpoint skills to analyse my thinking during this trying period, rather than doing anything constructive about it.

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Lies and the lying liars who told them

For once, an honest and sincere thanks to everyone who came along to last night’s Past and Future-themed Liars’ League. And a special mention goes to the talented Will Goodhand, who against all odds made my own miserable effort seem extraordinarily entertaining. Stories will be posted in their entirety on the Liars’ League MySpace site in [...]

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The Secret Art of Blogging

Secrecy has become a devalued commodity in recent years. The shelves of your local bookstore apparently reveal esoteric knowledge of an almost Ecoesque nature: Hidden Rivers. Secret Walks. Underground London. It’s as if information has become so readily available today that the only way to sell it is by implying that your book, documentary, lecture [...]

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A vanity of writers

I’m not sure what the collective noun for writers is. An inertia? A procrastination? A bitterness? Anyway. I’m part of a collective noun of writers who host a monthly short story reading night in Bloomsbury. And we call it, as you might have already guessed, The Liars’ League. Part of the reason for that is that it [...]

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Where squirrels count the tears of women

I live a stone’s throw from Highbury Fields, a relatively dull expanse of grass notable largely for the fact that dogwalkers seem to congregate in the middle of it at about ten in the morning which, as far as I can make out, is an entirely spontaneous, yet regular gathering, though I wouldn’t know, not having [...]

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