Happiness Trial

People stop you in the street, selling energy, selling belief, selling charity, selling veganism, selling something. Sometimes you make a beeline in the opposite direction, sometimes you say ‘sorry’ and carry on, but sometimes you stop. And this is a story about stopping. Continue reading


The Damp In The Ceiling

When inspecting the flat, I noticed the damp patches on the living room ceiling, it looked like there had been a major leak at one point. The tenant showing me around assured me that this happened a long time ago, and was because of one bad tenant living upstairs. When she went to complain she noted that the guy had already moved out. I felt a little relief, and put my name down. Sometimes you have to take a few small defects, take them as part of the charm. Like damp ceilings, we all have our fair share after all. Continue reading

Watching TV Every Night

I lie on my bed naked as I watch TV.

It’s okay, nobody’s watching.

I’m watching something grotty, it’s better than anything soppy.

It’s okay, nobody is watching me watching this.

Though as the action fades to black I see my own reflection.

Watching me watching this watching that naked.

And I look at my reflection and pull the covers over.

I look at my reflection and throw the remote over.

But there I am, staring right back at me.

And the only thing I long for.

Is a reflection-free TV.



She didn’t care much for the dreamers sprawled outside her home. They looked so peaceful with their heads between their driving wheels, so happy with their faces rubbing against the dog shit covered ground. How easily they slept with all their daily stress evaporating. She wondered if she too would fall asleep if she stepped outside, but she did not. Not even a freak event could get her to sleep, and so she spent the morning scribbling obscenities on their flesh, searching pockets for cash, and trying to get some sleep of her own, at home and in the road.

Loose Change

One pence, two pence, five pence, ten. These are the coins that you never pick up, they are best left for someone who really needs them, after-all. But twenty pence, pick that off the floor whilst no-one’s looking. Fifty pence, it doesn’t matter if anyone’s looking. And a pound… well, you scramble. That’s what I did when I saw the coin sparkling from the sun on the concrete ground, as if winking at me. I dropped to its level, and crawled up to it before anyone else could claim it. A homeless man watched me scoop it up, too slow. Continue reading