I’ve got a public service job. I’m supposed to get to the office every evening at 7 o’clock. So I leave my house around 6 o’clock and catch the 141 bus which I believe goes to where my job is. It’s an open-back/hop-on bus, like the old London Route Masters, so I jump on and […]Read More Rule Englandia!
I’m lost. I’m running around Albert Docks in Liverpool – but it’s Albert Docks multiplied by four. There are hundreds of gastropubs built in to old warehouses and dock buildings. I’m trying to find something. I think it’s my ferry ticket home. I go into a pub and see gambling machines in every corner. I […]Read More Compulsory Pink Cocktails In Albert Dock
I think I’m with you, but I can’t be sure. It’s just a feeling. We are refugees in an alternative future – but it’s an alternative fork in history that happened 300 years ago. We are in a very roughed-up version of Jaisalmer in North India, where they are no modern features at all. No […]Read More Obviously, It’s An Apocalypse
We arrive in Glasgow after a long journey in some sort of vehicle. It’s a celebration night – feels like it could be New Year’s Eve. We go into this three-story pub and there are a number of drunk Glaswegians on the stairs. I end up in a room off to one side, but it’s […]Read More Euphoric In Glasgow