Monthly Archives: January 2015

Using one type of magazine does not justify using the other – the Charlie Hebdo Attacks

Firstly, wherever the murdered staff of Charlie Hebdo might be, I’m pretty sure they’ll be feverishly knocking out cartoons rejoicing in the irony of religious fundamentalists destroying a satirical magazine.

Secondly, this tragedy hurts. By their very nature, tragedies do but this attack echoes across the whole world. How can you possibly reason with a mind who will look into someone’s eyes and end them because of an inane scribble? How do you co-exist? Is it worth even trying?

Finally, let me say I’m very proud of my friends. A quick scroll down my Facebook feed shows ten ‘pro-people’ posts to every vaguely xenophobic one. However, That’s still a huge percentage of negative messages – far bigger than it would have been 3 years ago and almost unthinkable 10 years previous.

No matter what drivel you’ve been fed – remember that these slaughtering eejits simply don’t represent Islam. They use religion as an excuse, not as a reason.

If you consider yourself Christian, do you empathise with the swathes of peadophilic priests in the Catholic church? How about Anders Behring Breivik – the Norwegian tosspot who murdered 77 people because of his political and Christian theories?

Or if you’re Jewish, would you have laughed and cheered along with your buddies as you watched a Palestinian junior school being bombed to the ground? Or even targeted the school in the first place?

Maybe – like me – you’re an atheist and dislike religion in pretty much all its forms. Imagine being likened to that snide arsehole Richard Dawkins. It doesnt bear thinking about.

Do not hate Muslims, hate terrorists.

But equally, hate anyone who suggests or implies that they’re one and the same.

‪#‎JesuisCharlie‬ ‪#‎Journalismisnotacrime‬


The link between the raven and the writing desk

It was early 2012 when I first wrote this I think.

Courtesy of some pretty cool people, I was living in Saskatchewan, Canada in a small, northernly town called Prince Albert – as apt a name as any. I wrote it during a power-cut which went on to last for three days.

During my stay, I shared a basement with two ferrets, a Netflix account and a properly diverse library of books. That night – amid all the scratching and scuffling – I gave up trying to sleep and had a crack at something new.

This is the result. 

As I scout the old hall quickly –
My constitution turns quite sickly,
As I spot the blackbird perching – lurking on a chamber door.
“From Edgar Allan Poe you’re stealing!”
The bird’s remark does set me reeling –
“But one more verse!” I plead with feeling
The bird shrieked back “You ask for more?!”
The beast hops back and ponders more.
Quoth the raven “…No encore”

(The original, unsullied version (read by Christopher Lee) – )