Dementica Brittanica… Written on Brexit last July.

I originally wrote this in July for The Memo, which published a watered-down version. After recent events, I thought I’d publish it in its original form here. It’s quite angry and contains swearwords, although I use wanker when I really mean cunt.

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In World War II, the Nazi propaganda machine wanted the world to know that the British were starving and running out of food. They used the term Dementica Brittanica to describe this so-called state of being.

Some would say that leaving the EU was a similarly demented act and as we live through this important summer, it’s easy to think of The Reprieve, Jean-Paul Sartre’s second book in his Parisian trilogy leading up to and during World War II. Continue reading

Gaming Boxes at the Etihad? Soon there’ll be cocaine at Arsenal

Premiership Champions Manchester City may have had trouble beating Borussia Dortmund at the Etihad Stadium last night, but they seem to have scored with their ‘official gaming partner’ EA SPORTS. Continue reading

It’s easy to give up fags, much harder to forsake Twitter

On New Year’s Eve I gave up smoking after loving the weed since I was 15 years old. So twelve days ago it was the second anniversary of my having done so.

Two, er sorry, three decades of beautiful nicotine in my body, fantastic smokes after a pint, even sex, and wonderful experiences of just thinking over a cigarette.

Bonkers writer Ayn Rand once described that feeling as communing with our ancestors, the emotion similar to how a caveman, sorry caveperson, felt when holding fire. An overblown comparison maybe, but not too far off. Continue reading

It's easy to give up fags, much harder to forsake Twitter

On New Year’s Eve I gave up smoking after loving the weed since I was 15 years old. So twelve days ago it was the second anniversary of my having done so.

Two, er sorry, three decades of beautiful nicotine in my body, fantastic smokes after a pint, even sex, and wonderful experiences of just thinking over a cigarette.

Bonkers writer Ayn Rand once described that feeling as communing with our ancestors, the emotion similar to how a caveman, sorry caveperson, felt when holding fire. An overblown comparison maybe, but not too far off. Continue reading