Eat the Rich

Let me tell you what I used to believe….. I used to believe that we lived in a meritocracy… but there is a whole superstar class of people with no talent and no skill who worm their way from one government job to the next, sucking up huge wages when most of them probably couldn’t open a bloody pickle jar …

The same mistakes

One of the problems with fiction is that many of the stories we want to tell have already been told. Most of the movies we see are just remakes in different forms.  According to C.Booker, there are really only 7 types of story: Overcoming the Monster. Rags to Riches. The Quest. Voyage and Return. Comedy. Tragedy. Rebirth. Our job as …

The Philosophy of nothing

I have no idea why I have the urge to blog, and it’s almost as if sometimes the message doesn’t want to be shared, the words seemingly hiding, not wanting to be put down into the ether. On other occasions, I will look back at what I have written and wonder just where the hell that all came from, so …

Darkness – a short story

“You should have stayed in bed, old man.” The body lay at the base of the stairs, still, lifeless.  Stuart knew the old man was dead, it was the only way things could have played out.  Listening, he could hear was none of the emphysemic breathing that he had heard from the man before his tumble.  In fact, he couldn’t …

Meritocracy

During the last Olympics we saw the curtain pulled aside ever so slightly. Behind that curtain was a glimpse of a world we could one day see, a world of achievement and passion. A world of honour, dignity and true compassion. It was a world where human beings could reach their true potential, should they wish, through hard work and …

Is Atlas about to shrug?

The following is not to be classed as financial advice. Taking financial advice from me is akin to listening to the mad loner in the pub who sees a gap in the market for Larks tongues and Otters heels. This is for entertainment purposes only. So anyway, I was talking to a friend of mine a few months ago, and …

What matters most is how you walk through the fire*

Before we start our little adventure into the human condition, I would like you to do something for me. I want you to find some music, something that makes you feel alive, makes your heart sing and your eyes well up. I want you to put on those headphones, (remember loud noises attracts the horrors of the undead) I want …