It’s been ages. I’ve been bumping along on the bottom, hitting rocks and curling up into a ball like a beetle, afraid of getting stamped on. I’ve been a cold day in November. I’ve been leaves falling like snow. I’ve been an angry crow. I’ve been living in the woods, making friends with trees. The Continue Reading »
Information has been weaponised and is being used against us by those who stand to gain from mass confusion. The question is, how are we going to defend ourselves? Imagine truth has been deliberately buried under a great pile of rubble by a group of people so distracted by greed they are willing to sacrifice Continue Reading »
Elena Ferrante, best-selling Italian author who has (just) managed to hang onto her anonymity, eschewing all interviews and never being seen dead on social media, has spoken out about Brexit. Really? No. I am making mad connections between entirely unconnected things because it suits my argument. I’m upset about Brexit. I could fill a post Continue Reading »
When I was seventeen I felt that things were spiralling out of control. The world was big and I was young and insecure and there was too much suffering and too many problems. I’d always found schoolwork easy, but these problems were something else. I couldn’t even understand them, let alone solve them. In Continue Reading »
I hate shopping. Shopping, and by extension the entire human project of reducing this miraculous home of ours into a giant department store and then looting it, is an exercise in enslavement. Surfing, on the other hand, or anything else that involves surrender to the laws of the non-human – hiking, gardening, mountaineering – is Continue Reading »
Cut firewood. Treat yourself to a brand new saw. Don’t press with it, just move your arm and let gravity do the rest. Find firewood. This is better than buying it, because it means you don’t have to work, which means you don’t end up accidentally paying for Trident. There is firewood everywhere if Continue Reading »
I’ve been having a mid-life crisis for about six years. Ever since I turned thirty and realised that the trail of loose ends and missed opportunities and messed-up relationships and recreational brain-damaging was irrevocable. I wasn’t in the foothills of life, getting acclimatised, finding my feet, which is what I’d thought. This was life. And Continue Reading »
The north wind is behind me And I’ve planted out my sweet peas The money tree is thriving But the best things here are free When people ask, I tell them I am writing a book about housing called Why I Live in a Shed. What I am actually doing is running, singing, surfing, drinking, Continue Reading »
Thanks to an award from the Society of Authors worth six months of gardening, I am donating most of my present moments to writing about the shed and other shed-related issues; ecological obliteration, the housing crisis, stars. I’ve been animal sitting among snow-covered mountains on a remote hillock topped with a few dozen tall and Continue Reading »
Since I might as well be hung for a horse as a lamb, and I’m clearly intent on making myself unpopular just in time for Christmas, I decided to clarify a couple of things relating to my last post. I did not mean to imply that wild places should be left unvisited by humankind so Continue Reading »
