Read it Wrong

Of late you may have noticed I've been banging on about how much I'm enjoying reading and how over the previous twelve months I've read more than I have, possibly, in all of my twenty-five years of living combined. Seeing as my childhood reading consisted of the somewhat holy tri-factor of Asterix, Tintin and Spider-man … Continue reading Read it Wrong



This week marked an incredible achievement on my part as I finally finished Richard Fords' The Sportswriter. While finishing such a book, for those in the know, may not rank in the upper echelons of neither being a challenging nor a long read. Such as the likes of say, War and Peace, Ulysses or Anna … Continue reading Self-Contracted