European Elections 2014 – a note on protest votes

It’s the European Elections on Thursday. We get a say in how we divvy up 73 seats….


I Thought I Had Lost My Mind

I just had a harrowing episode. It’s ok, I’m through it now, but I thought that was…

[Short Story] The Box

I wrote this last week. It’s a sci-fi/urban fantasy styled short story.

[Writing] Notes

I’ve just finished a read through of my novel’s first draft. A lot of work needs to…

[Writing] Introducing Characters

Over on t’other blog I penned a few thoughts about introducing characters into fiction.

Interested in other people’s opinions.

A Conversation I Just Had

I just had a very short, very strange conversation with the crazy lady from the canteen. It…


The Floor is Lava

I shouldn’t be allowed to spend time on my own.

I’d pretty much given up on the idea of writing any more music as a serious pursuit. I just don’t seem to have the time any more. A stupid job in a faraway place and living miles away from anyone I know with similar interests does not make for collaborative creativity.

But sat here on my own, my intention was to be editing my novel. However, like a kitten with a piece of string, everything is a distraction. I just want to bust out my guitar in honesty…

My brain is a wanker.


Bauhaus: Retro Futuristic Design of the 20th Century

I just stumbled across this article. I’ve been familiar with the Bauhaus style for as long as…


New Fiction Wot I Dun

Over at t’other blog, I wrote a piece of flash fiction for Chuck Wendig’s weekly challenge. It’s…


To Pee or Not To Pee, That is Not This Particular Question

One day, you might find yourself in need of the lavatory. This in itself is not an extraordinary situation to be in, after all I imagine it occurs frequently every day. However, let us say, for the sake of argument, the lavatory on the floor in which you are currently located is closed for maintenance and the lift is out of order. Cry fury! What folly! Such a lamentatious predicament. You have two choices: mount the stair and climb up a floor, or descend a floor. Which is the correct choice?

Well, I have deigned to aid you in your combobulation. You go down. Why? It’s a simple matter of energy expenditure. While you are turgid from the need to evacuate your bladder, bowels, or possibly both, you are carrying more mass. Transporting that mass against the force due to gravity requires the expenditure of energy. The greater the mass you transport, the greater the energy required to perform the work.

But wait! I can hear you, and yes you are correct, if one travels down, one must eventually travel up to return to one’s original position. This is true. However, on the return journey, you will have expelled a certain amount of mass from your peepee or your poopoo. You will experience somewhat less resistance in your climb after intestinal relief, than you would have had you ascended the stair replete.

The energies, masses and forces described in this article are of course, minimal. However, if one were to add up the amount of energy saved every time one had to make this decision… Well, it would probably be loads.

This has been a public service announcement.