Pounding music. She’s dancing, always packing, a grunge-goth Mistress of tuneless nihilism. Torn fishnets, punk attitude, air punches. Shrieking the lyrics: fuck government, fuck Jesus, fuck fake. She sneers, knows I’m that preppy princess from happy-snap...
It was the summer of 1977. The Sex Pistols were sailing down the Thames singing “God Save the Queen” and throwing the British public into apoplexy. Meanwhile, a group of art students stood on the stage of the Dog and Duck pub in Huddersfield and introduce...
“Shit!” Vivian’s bloody hand slipped for the third time on the platform edge. Not her blood, thankfully. Micky’s. She glanced back at the swaying figures in the gloom. “Double shit!” She tried again with a run-up, bruising her ribs but succeeding in heavi...
The lead singer of BioHazard Horse was screaming the lyrics of a song. Behind him, the drummer and guitarist joined in to create a chaotic mélange of noise. The nearly naked singer’s long, greasy hair was limp one minute, soaring around his head like some...
12 May 2021 11 May 2021 Not every day as a compromised adult can be a pleasure and I awoke to discover that overnight my pokie, pleasure teatlets had become stingy, firelit beacons atop my perky, hills of bountifulness, and the gorgeous enticement of my w...
I was sitting staring at the screen, absent-mindedly chewing the end of a strand of my red hair when the Features Editor wandered over. “Jackie, have you heard of K-Pop?” I grinned at him. “Well yeah, but I don’t think that’s exactly my scene. I think I h...
The air has an edge,Chalky and gritty and filled with smoke,Like last Tuesday,Like every Tuesday before. Violent music pounds the amps,Thick bass tangles in my hair,Hatred and angst, rebellionUndulates the crowd. Glaze drapes over bleary eyes,Still, I see...
The thing about insomnia is, your time isn't even Time anymore. Even if you get the same ration of hours, even a couple extra, they've become an inflated foreign currency: you can't buy nothing worth shit with them. I always drift into it, in cycles. I'll...
At this moment I was having one ofthose weird outer body experiences. My mind was trying to process what I was seeing in front of me but wires weren't connected. Maybe I should explain. I had left school and was headed for the art club house. The art club...
Dominique was like some little gothic lolita who burst into my life and electrified every molecule of air around me. She was perfect. She was intelligent, beautiful, and cool as hell. In short, Dominique changed my life forever. Dominique was the new girl...
