the best place in london is nag’s head. it is named after the head of an old tired horse, or a person who asks too many questions.
my sister is helping her friend with a survey to find out peoples’ opinions about other people who sell blackmarket cigarettes in the street in nagshead. young guys loiter […]
I am just back in London, half-resigned, half-resenting the walls around me, after a four-day weekend in Berlin. Trivia exhibit A: its name derives from bears, which are called something like “ber” in German. In fact, the first thing I noticed when I arrived there was that everything was in German, which certainly wrong-footed me […]
My new house is dirty, a bit ugly, but basically good.
There is a liquor shop nearby called “Booze Nest”. I cannot be sure if this is intended as a sort of pun on “bird’s nest”, or if it is just hoping to lure people with the image of a warm, comforting place that liquor will […]
These two rebellious inflatable kids, they get up one morning in their inflatable houses, meet on the corner as planned, and walk together to their inflatable school.
When the morning break it just finished, as planned, they go on a rampage! They have brought needles with them, and they start running around the school, ruthlessly popping […]
This scribble is in simple remembrance of having done what I came here to do. I have now a house and salaried editorial job. I have achieved the state of drone. I am legitimate, and nobody can call me a ne’er-do-well. I am a respectable member of society. Don’t you feel the respect?
Also, tonight I […]
Xan Rice
Tuesday April 4, 2006
The Guardian
It was a day that they never thought would arrive; not the handless and one-legged victims of the brutal war in Sierra Leone, not the child soldiers who called him “Pappy”, and certainly not the former warlord as he enjoyed his comfortable exile on the Nigerian coast.
But at 3pm […]