I’ve made some images during the breaks from the side-effect of the translation between SSRI to SNRI. So far these have included a fabulous and complete anxiety; a newer, harder, sobbing depression, or both; the ongoing insomnia; when I do sleep that hateful and increasingly realistic dreams. From what I understand these side-effects will pass in the next few days. So, I’m sticking with the Mirtazapine.
The new album is in work. Here’s a sniff of the first track: Year-C 01 (Calmly Does It)
Though not as packed with anxious parents and carers, medical staff and cleaners as it would be in a few hours, the hospital was still populated by that mix of worried and joyful adults that is peculiar to children’s wards and hospitals. The atmosphere was hopeful. I’ve found the same to be true on neuro wards but that’s a story for another time.
Dan Hodges is an English newspaper columnist and son of Dame Glenda Jackson the former Labour Party MP. Dan writes for The Daily Mail. This…
I made this with old footage from Brazil, England and Germany from the days when I used to travel in glorious freedom. Before Brexit. Before the Covid pandemic. I made the music at home.
The phrase “I will never apologise for who I am or where I come from” has been associated with ‘toxic patriotism’ (racism) for a long, long time now. It has been the kind of language used on Facebook memes superimposed over an image of the flag of St George with a roaring male lion faded in. I hope that the England Men’s football team in the European Championship played across Europe in 2021 has changed that.
Real insomnia is a relationship wrecker, it’s a straight road to madness, it’s a hallucinogen, it’s a soul sapper. So, where’s the fun side?
Fathers Day in the UK is rolling around again. Every year since my daughter Zuzu died in July 2005 in her room in my flat in Sydney I contend with this day. This year it’s hit me in a different way.
“It’s subsidence caused by your next door neighbour’s Satanic rituals every Tuesday night”, they’ve said. “Satanic rituals” or “Elder bushes” one of those things. It isn’t, by the way. Hecate and the rest of the Royal Bastard Insurance and Torture Company are wrong there.
Who spends the summer laid out, eyes tight shut In the sun Catching the rays and making them stay Not being warmed, just making cold…