Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Each day this week I have spent my lunch hour in the rain, building a dam out of rubble and branches.

So, yeah.

Tuesday, 30 March 2010

The Beat: A New Anthology

Model Behaviour

I wrote an article about the symbiotic relationship between musicians and models, for The Guardian. Here it is.

Thursday, 25 March 2010

'Richard' on MySpace

I've also updated my MySpace page (apart from the millions of shitty hair straightener bands who keep adding me, does anyone use MySpace these days?) to include a Richard playlist, pictures etc.

You can find it here.

The internet sure is draining sometimes isn't it?

Wednesday, 24 March 2010

'Richard' on Facebook

Richard now has its own Facebook group.

Please feel free to join if you're a social networker.

(If this link doesn't work simply search for 'Richard: A Novel')

Tuesday, 23 March 2010

March Malaise

I've been ill on and off during March. The illness is manifested in me falling 'a bit dizzy', falling asleep at quite random times (ie. not night) and becoming 'disinterested in modern culture, landscape, the creative process' etc.

That went on for about 3 weeks but seems to be passing now. I've just baked a treacle tart, so I'm hoping the worst is over.

Imperial Bedrooms by Bret Easton Ellis (forthcoming)
A Boy's Own Story by Edmund White
Italian Shoes by Henning Mankel (forthcoming)
Micka by Frances Kay (forthcoming)
The Last Party: Britpop, Blair and the Demise Of English Rock by John Harris (re-reading)

The Chaos by The Futureheads
Option Paralysis by The Dillinger Escape Plan
In The Beginning: A Live Retrospective by The Slits
Stand Up by Jethro Tull
The Singles Collection by David Bowie

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

'The Sentimental Engine Slayer'

Arch dude Omar Rodriguez Lopez of At The Drive-In / The Mars Volta / DeFacto / much other stuff has his first film coming out. It's called The Sentimental Engine Slayer. It looks good. Here is a short (but wide) excerpt...

Monday, 15 March 2010

the smell of a
has just been blown out.

Sunday, 14 March 2010

RIP Carol Clerk

I was very sad to hear about the death of Carol Clerk, a former mentor to myself and scores of others during her lengthy and colourful tenure as News Editor at Melody Maker. She was a true raconteur, story teller, drinker, music journalist and all-round legend.

Friday, 12 March 2010

I Made A Film

I made a film last week while out walking.
I've never made a film before.

It's called Pylon (A Post-Industrial / Pre-Digital Love Story).

But for some reason I can't get it online.
Perhaps the internet doesn't like it.

I shall endeavour to remedy this situation
forthwith, post-haste and quite soon.

Monday, 8 March 2010


Rather painful RSI has struck again, making typing extremely difficult at the moment. So I may keep things to a minimum over the coming weeks.

I watch Bronson at the weekend, the biopic of "Britain's most notorious prisoner", Charles Bronson. It was an interesting film that bravely chose to go down a more avant-garde / surrealist route than your usual Danny Dyer-esque lad-flick. It sort of worked, and a pumped-up Tom Hardy was utterly engaging as Bronson - he managed the voice, physique and tempermanet - but I can't help think it lacked a little something. The slightly lazy comparisons to A Clockwork Orange were a little off the mark  too, though it did feature a) incarceration b) violence and c) lots of classical music.

Here's the trailor for it.

Friday, 5 March 2010

'A Stone Statue In The Future'

Here is a short film to promote the forthcoming anthology compiled by the website The Beat and published by Blackheath Books. I think it is out in April 2010 and I have a story entitled 'A Stone Statue In The Future' in it. Innit.

And here is how the books are made (child labour).

Blackheath are so cool they even have their own especially recorded theme song. See below...

Thursday, 4 March 2010

Picador Readers Day

I am going to be appearing at the Picador 'Readers Day' at Foyles book store on Tottenham Court Road, London on March 20 2010. I am taking part in a discussion entitled 'Becoming A Writer'.

Other writers taking part across the day include Jackie Kay, Jon Ronson, Kate Clanchy, Jim Crace, Jacob Polley, Paul Farley, Don Paterson etc. My discussion group is happening at 4pm.

The full line-up and further details of the event can be found here.

Wednesday, 3 March 2010

War Bunker

Could anyone lend me Lots Of Money to buy this Cold War bunker please?

Henry Miller

Here's an enjoyable short film with an old favourite, entitled Dinner with Henry Miller.

Tuesday, 2 March 2010

Some Things I Could Do With Today

A recent b/w photo of my head.

A website.

Those boots I saw that I liked.

An aggressive Chinaman / woman to pummel the knots in my wrist, shoulders, arms.

A microphone.

Hair dye.

Some sort of turbine that converts dog shit into energy.

Botox injections.

A selection of sugar-based confectionaries.

A melodica.


An Oz box-set.

Some calming words of wisdom from a Zen buddhist to remove any 'nagging doubts' re: the creative process.

More books about poaching, forests, farming etc.

A better understanding of world history, circa 5000BC to AD1976.

A 'private income'.

Monday, 1 March 2010

Some More Thoughts On Walking

I'm enjoying living in the countryside immensely. Ten minutes in any direction reveals a new find. A hidden pond, a derelict wasp's nest, a tooled-up angry farmer.

This weekend we went back to the Bridestones, a natural rock formation high up on the moors above Todmorden. Up there spring was nowhere to be found. Only a biting wind, frozen snow drifts and views across the Calder valley.

I think sometimes, as humans, you owe it to yourself to get out there and explore. And the only real way to do that is on foot if possible. I'm becoming surprisngly evangelical about this. I did it in London, traipsing through the neighbourhoods of the wealthy and the doomed alike, and exploring the same streets Dickens and a thousand psychogeographers and flaneurs have since documented.

And now I do it here, across fields and woods. When you walk to you have your head up - no book, no headphones. Sometimes no thoughts either, just a blank space and the whistle of the wind or the sound of your own breathing.

Somehow this endless walking seems to tie in with my recent increased hours spent on new fiction writing projects. Or perhaps I just have obsessive tendencies. A bit of both, I think.


(pics lifted off the internet)