Scatterbrain: a letter from the content mines

When it rain it pours; reading Pedro Lemebel in English; swanning around London

Returning to an old manuscript is like returning to an old lover

Hello there, from here — the depths of the content mines. I hear it’s sunny outside, but I wouldn’t want to miss my weekly rendez-vous with you.

Life got in the way these past few days, and writing was an uphill struggle. Most of my output this week involved the manic repetition of the C word, in order to accurately portray the scumbag who found my mobile phone when it fell out of my pocket while cycling, switched it off, kept it; it was a relatively new phone too. One day I will narrate my heroic albeit failed attempts to retrieve it from the stinking record shop from where it is still pinging its location, but for the time being, since this is now a police matter, I will make no further comments. Other distracting events this week include a family member having emergency surgery (now recovering), the death of an aunt (the prospect of a recovery are here low to none), Leyton Orient losing 0-1 against a team in the releg…