I hire a streetcar and we journey to the largest car showroom in Britain; Cargiant in West London. Sounds like it should be said with alot of echo - CARGIANT. What my GPS says is an half hour journey from East London actually takes nearly one and an half hours. ONE AND AN HALF HOURS. By the time we get there, via a single traffic jam, the idea of buying a car is making me wretch. MAKING ME WRETCH.   more »

I found this short video on the internet. Someone has taken my poem Invisible Kisses and read it in Spanish from a translation by Esther Gomez.   The  footage is of  Antony Gormley's work at Southbank Centre.   I  went into that cloud, the cloud in the video. It was installed at the Hayward Gallery at Southbank centre.  Take a look.

Guy Garvey walks past and across Albert Square. He walks like he is meant to be nowhere else in the world but where he is. . Guy is the Guy from Elbow, the band du jour. It’s as good a sign as any. I know him to say hello to but for some reason I don't. I flick my cigarette on the square and skip up the steps.   more »

I travel to the historic city of Bath and stay at The Royal Bath Hotel where there is actually a bath about twice the size of the room. I am neither complimenting the bath or the room.  It’s about two hours or so from London Paddington. I walk over to  The Ustinov Theatre and read on stage.  My friend Jo is here. Jo runs Rainmaker in Bristol, about ten minutes from Bath. I’ll visit tomorrow.    

I travel back from Grimsby to sunny London. I pick up my bike from  Southbank centre and cycle home where I spend the afternoon and evening writing script  for Child of The State a documentary I am making for BBC   radio four. Apparently the files that were written about me from three months old to eighteen eyars old  are hard to find.  The trail leads thus far: The management of my files while I was in care has been outsourced  and are held within  what is known in Wigan Social Services as The Iron Mountain.

“no receipt kid” says the taxi driver At Grimsby town rail station . In three words he’d denied my right to a record of expense and infantalized me. I suspected him of having dyslexia and being racist.   more »

Waiters and waitresses (I am sure they don't call themselves that anymore) deftly weave their way through the crowd. Pinafore perfect the "waiters" float, balancing black slate platters spotted with canapés. I am sure from above the sculptures see some kind of formation dance.   more »

I step past disappearing Appearing rooms the art installation by my office. It appears at the beginning of summer and ends at it’s end. I have watched (or more sensed) it slowly being dismantled this past few days but today it shall disappear altogether.   more »

I was flabbergasted when at twenty nine years of age I found my late father in Ethiopia whom I had been searching for him since finding my mother at twenty one and there in the photograph (dated early seventies/late sixties upon the finger of his right hand the exact same ring Bob Marley wore upon his: The Lion of Judah in gold set in black Onyx.   more »

I wouldn’t know good news if it knocked on my door and said “hello I am good news and coming from the source of all good news I have some good news for you on this good news day.”    more »