It’s March 2026. I’m a writer and ah bloooooody love it. I live in Glasgow with my chosen human.
Projects
I’m working to publish a small book for John Dowie and a tenth-anniversary edition of Escape Everything!, the rights having reverted to me from the original publisher. I’m writing a new afterword for it.
Work is underway on New Escapologist Issue 19 plus a prototype archive edition of our back issues, and I’m submitting Melt It! happenings to fringe festivals.
Reading
I’m reading Gen-X classic Geek Love by Katherine Dunn for the first time, and Some Men in London by Peter Parker (not that one).
Culture
Series 6 of Black Mirror is incredible, especially the one about Jessie Pinkman in space.
I enjoyed the Nightingales at the Voodoo Rooms the other night, trotting home with two new records and a kazoo.
I’m looking forward to seeing The Running Man at the GFT this week, with a Q&A from director Edgar Fish.
I’ve been watching the destruction of important Glasgow art spaces for ages. This article barely begins to account for the scale of the loss but at least someone has noticed what’s going on. “Is Glasgow losing the spaces that made it an arts powerhouse?” the piece asks. It’s already lost them, you’re literally reporting on the closure of the last venues standing.
Physical form
