Monthnotes: October 2025

After spinning so many plates last month, October had several being dropped. November looks like being a little calmer, which is a relief, but I’m longing for my Christmas break already. Among the month’s highlights were the Brighton launch of Rosy’s book I Love…, where I performed tarot readings, and the Hebden Bridge launch, where I was the support act.

It’s been a struggle to keep the writing on track against an unrelenting tide of work. I’ve had a few deadlines to chase, including the Advent Calendar and the Parish News. Once those are out the way, I’m going to change my approach to writing to feature fewer deadlines.

Me and Rosie at the station, waiting for Rosy

It’s been another month of minimal exercise, helped a little by Rosie the Puppy staying. I managed to keep my weight under control, ending October at exactly the same weight that I started it. Realistically, I won’t begin any new routines around exercise until some time in December, so for now it’s mostly damage limitation.

My first sea swim of the year

I read seven books, including a couple of re-reads. I remembered Terry Pratchett’s Reaper Man fondly; while the good bits remained excellent, much of the book’s humour was tiresome. I also re-read Code is Just and Annie Jacobsen’s Nuclear War, the latter a dystopian book group pick. Brainwyms was a horrific and shocking novel, at the very edge of what I think is acceptable – sometimes over that. I loved the White Pube book, Poor Artists, which described the challenges facing artists today, but ended on a hopeful note.

At the cinema, One Battle After Another didn’t really work for me. The Smashing Machine felt underwhelming, despite some great performances. Far more fun was Japanese time-travel comedy Beyond the Infinite Two Minutes. House of Dynamite was unbearably tense. I caught up with Severance but this was perhaps the wrong pick for the first full week of office work since the pandemic. I also saw Dreaming of You: The Making of The Coral, an inspiring documentary about creativity. .

We went to the takeaway after the launch and this is what Madi ordered

As part of Rosy’s Brighton book launch, I read tarot cards. It was a fun, challenging and draining activity, but I’m glad I did it. I’ve been struggling to learn tarot cards for 30 years, so setting a deadline worked well. It turns out reading tarot in a club is an intense experience, and the cards were often mischievous.

At the start of October, I spoke at the Leeds AWS group which was fun, but I wasn’t entirely happy with my preparation. Otherwise, work continued at a fast pace with too many meetings. I’ve not written any code in a while.

The only St George’s Cross I saw in Brighton. It doesn’t seem a respectful way to treat a flag.

I’ve taken Mastodon, LinkedIn, and RSS off my phone to see whether that gives me more space to think. I’m considering uninstalling Whatsapp: I loathe everything Meta is doing to our world, but the network effects make leaving that network difficult.

Andy Goldsworthy is one of my favourite artists, and I was determined to see his retrospective in Edinburgh. I ended up doing this as a day trip which was crazy, but I’m glad I did.

  • I have a good dentist, but even a minor check-up leaves me feeling shaky and exhausted. I guess I’ll always be that way.
  • I watched a 12-minute Fred Dibnah documentary and, frankly, it made the Netflix movie Fall seem tame.
  • I read an issue of Wyrd Science Magazine because the interviewed John Higgs and loved it so much that I bought all the back issues I could.
  • I found an excellent list of the 40 saddest albums ever made.

Monthnotes: September 2025

The saying is, if you want something done, ask a busy person. And I have been so very busy. It seems as if I work better when there’s little margin for error. I’ve been making time to rest, wasting hours when I need to, and I feel better than usual for it. But most of the time I’ve been working towards a series of deadlines.

I finally saw Guernica

But I’ve not compromised on the rest of my life. I had a lovely visit from my friend Kate Frances. At the end of the month I spent a weekend in Madrid where Rosy and I visited my friend David. The highlight of the trip was visiting the Museo Reina Sofia, where I finally saw Guernica. That’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time.

Potential new shrine appears in Hebden Bridge

Just before I set off for Madrid, the copies of Rosy’s new book I Love… arrived at the house. I took a copy when I met her in Spain. I’ve not had as much time to sit with the book as I’d have liked, but the poems I’ve read are beautiful and moving.

Work has been intense, but fun. I finished my assignment with one team, and moved to another within my current client. I was also involved in setting up a series of day-long assessment meetings. On top of everything else, I agreed to give a talk in October, which was a little more work than I needed. I failed to write any weeknotes all month, but I can pick those up when life is calmer.

These are gruesome – bear heads with spikes rammed through them at Starbucks

I attended both sessions for my writing group this month. The day clashes with my 5-hour commute, but I am determined to get back to it. I wrote a story I liked, Flagalanche, and had to write a poem for another session. By the month’s end I was into the final revisions on the advent calendar, looking for errors (very glad I caught the ‘stationary shop’). I’ve a lot of writing deadlines on that I’ve been avoiding with occasional work on Swedish Pizza, which is taking on a sort of shape.

These woods are my favourite daily walk

I’m thinking of ending my weekly email commitment on substack and moving to something irregular. Sending out these emails has been good practise, but I want space to write longer things. Ideally, these longer works will be made up from fragments, some of which will be sent as the irregular emails.

Richard Serra’s Equal-Parallel/Guernica-Bengasi, a 38-tonne artwork, the original of which was somehow lost by the Reina Sofia Museum

I put on 2 pounds in September, which has me tickling my maximum weight (previously reached in early 2024). I’m now cutting out the comfort food and stress eating. I will need to do more exercise. While going to the gym was effective, fitting it around my schedule was too stressful. I should move back to the Fitbit, but my device is no longer keeping a charge properly, so I’ll need a replacement.

This room was the only one where the invigilators were not edgy, and someone used the artwork to lean on.

I’ve been quite distractible so finished only five books. Nona the Ninth was another good Tamsyn Muir book that, once again, I found hard to follow. I re-read Tender is the Flesh for the Todmorden dystopian book group and still can’t believe how hard it goes. I finished reading The Immortal Hulk omnibus – an interesting spin on the character, turning the Hulk into a horror story. The Authority omnibus was a mixed bag. It’s like Warren Ellis knew the concept had 12 classic issues in it and that’s why he stopped. Seeing Mark Millar replace the wit with homophobia is depressing.

I saw several movies, mostly at the cinema. Darren Aronofsky’s Caught Stealing would have been better if it hadn’t fridged a character. The Long Walk was good, but didn’t have the scale to be great. The Ceremony was a haunting movie set in Bradford and deserves wider exposure. The Hebden Bridge Picturehouse put on a showing of Babe, a movie I’d never seen before. It was incredible. Eddington had a lot going on but didn’t do much with it. Naked Gun was funny, but not as funny as I’d hoped.

Part of my relaxation has been playing video games. I’ve now done most of The Last of Us 2 in chronological mode, along with the occasional bit of No Return mode. I did pick up Hollow Knight but I don’t seem to be getting that. When things calm down, I’ll probably watch a few tutorials and try again

This picture horrifies me, because I imagine the foot’s face being stomped with every step

World politics continued to be depressing. Alongside America’s slide into repression, we have the rise of the right in the UK. It’s particularly terrifying to see American billionaires who control media companies aligning themselves with Tommy Robinson. I am terrified by how disconnected people are from reality. On my flight back from Spain, I saw the phone of the man sat beside me, the appalling racism on his Facebook feed. People are being subjected to propaganda with no counter-arguments.

Shuggie, a new dog friend

September 24th was the first day when I left from and returned to the station in the dark. It was a longer day that usual but, even so, it’s a sign of the year’s end. I’m already looking forward to Christmas.

I tried to fit a little too much into September. Everything just about held together, but I dropped a few things at the start of October (writing the monthnotes being one of them). I also struggled with my sleep, and felt ill at times. It’s nice to know I can get everything done, but I’m not planning to be this busy again for a while.

  • I watched a few Best of the Internet compilations, and hurt my back from laughing so much.
  • One of my early plans for Christmas is making this Christmas movie list.
  • The new NIN record, a soundtrack to Tron: Ares, turned out to be one of their best records in years.
  • Rosy and I have bought Nick Cave tickets for July next year.
  • John Searle’s death was announced at the end of September. I wrote my MA dissertation on his ‘debate’ with Derrida, one of the most mis-matched intellectual competitions in history.
  • My favourite herbal tea in the world is a Swedish one, made with peppermint, lemongrass and tulsi. I was very sad when it was discontinued, but Lou Ice found a the last few boxes in a remote supermarket

Monthnotes: August 2025

August was about balancing rest with being busy. The month started with a holiday in Wales – visiting some friends before spending three nights in a cabin with no screens (including no phone). I was a little anxious about being uncontactable, but I loved the calm. It was a restful and wholesome break – I made a couple of meals for my hosts and their resident artists, and enjoyed some peace and quiet. Otherwise, life has been busy. I’ve enjoyed the challenge of having too much to do (and I’m getting more done than usual) but I’m also aware that I’m close to capacity.

Summer in the valley has been lovely. We had several visitors to the house and I made a couple of trips. I visited Blackpool for my Aunt’s 85th, and it was good to catch up with family. I also went to my friend Toria’s wedding in Liverpool. I took the opportunity of that to join my friend Tommy’s Beatles bus tour, which was as great as I’d been promised.

Mushroom season

I did very little exercise in August. My weight drifted upwards, and I put back half of what I lost in July. It’s time to add some regular exercise back into the mix, and to take a little more control of my diet. I’m putting the fitbit back on for September, albeit at a much lower step goal.

This plastic at the edge of the river looked like the body in Twin Peaks

My writing is going well. Despite the pressures of work, I’ve continued the weekly substack. Rage and Dead Loss at the Newcastle Sausage Roll Eating Contest were both written for the Wednesday Writers group, although I failed to make the August sessions in person. When I travel to Leeds, I take an hour in Starbucks before starting work, which has generated some good ideas. Another batch of potential stories came from In A Land’s Rituals workshop. I also re-read the novella I wrote in April/May. I couldn’t remember the details beforehand. While it hasn’t worked, the good bits were excellent.

The Black Christ by Arthur Dooley, Toxteth

Thanks to my holiday, I read 14 books (although a couple were quite short). The Seep was an interesting queer utopia. Boff Whalley’s essay collection But: Stories of Disruption and Digression left me wishing there were more books like that. My re-read of Adrian Mole reached The Wilderness Years. Mole doesn’t seem to work as an adult protagonist rather than a confused teenager, but the book’s ending was moving. Lally MacBeth’s The Lost Folk was an inspiring book about the range of UK folk culture, and its importance. I’ve been making my way through Al Ewing’s The Immortal Hulk saga. Best book of the month was Alison Rumfitt’s Tell Me I’m Worthless, a shocking and transgressive trans horror novel set in Brighton.

It was a good month for movies. Bring Her Back was intense and gory, with some images I can’t get out of my head. Weapons didn’t work for me, but I appreciated what they attempted. Fantastic Four started strongly but tapered off to become just another Marvel movie. I rewatched L’il Peep documentary Everybody’s Everything and was as impressed as the first time; amazing to think what he achieved by 21, and such a loss. The Life of Chuck felt cinematic, but failed to stick with me. I signed up for Disney Plus to watch Alien: Earth and didn’t manage more than two episodes.

Liverpool Beatles Tour with Tommy Calderbank

I’m back to playing video games, although I seem to have dropped Death Stranding 2 completely. Instead, I’m playing The Last of Us Part 2, and its new chronological mode. Going back to the story after No Return mode has made things feel much easier. I’m close to finishing Day One.

Buried treasures from an abandoned school

The new Ethel Cain album came out and I love it. The songs have quickly become favourites, particularly the single Nettles. I haven’t had time to explore the Ethel Cain story’s universe, but I will when I find a decent fan guide. I’ve also been playing Taylor Swift’s 10-minute epic All Too Well. I visited Leeds with Lizi for the rave-nostalgia VR experience In Pursuit of Repetitive Beats. Some interesting moments but I found the VR aspects alienating.

k shield’s video work in the Rituals exhibition

The end of the company financial year makes work intense – the appraisal cycles ramp up while lots of people are on leave. I’ve taken on a large extra role but I don’t mind. I enjoy collaborating with my colleagues in the office, something I would have sneered about earlier in my career. I think one difference is that we work together as part of a huge business rather than enriching a specific founder. On top of work I’ve just about kept up with my weeknotes (35-34, 33-30) and wrote a short piece on the 25th anniversary of the Joel Test.

The awful political situation in England has become noticeable, even without reading the news. Tension from the right wing was reflected in seeing someone at a public event in St Annes walking around in a T-shirt for fascist band Skrewdriver, which included a slogan for ‘white power’. Travelling back from Liverpool, we found ourselves at the mercy of the train systems. The Manchester/Leeds line was broken and the train staff sent us via Preston, where we were then told to go home via Sheffield, a frankly deranged suggestion. It feels like everything is falling apart, and everyone just goes along with it. I think we’re doomed to Farage being our next Prime Minister – because he is the only major political leader who promises things improving again in my lifetime. He can’t even run his own party, his racist ideas are wrong – but I can see why people will vote for something more than parties that manage an ongoing collapse.

The end of the year brings a series of projects. As well as work commitments, I’m working on the advent calendar, Mycelium Parish News, and a performance about tarot reading. I carefully considered whether I wanted to do so much and decided to go for it. It will be a race to the end of the year. But I want to have a think at the turn of the year about whether to reprioritise my life.

Dubai Chocolate in the claw machine

I’ve complained a few times about being busy, but one positive outcome of that is that I am now focussing on goals rather than getting trapped in administrative tasks like inbox zero. I also had a dream after the holiday about my writing, and how the important thing is to go sentence-by-sentence rather than getting lost in the other aspects. Obvious, but then all the best advice is – you just need the right advice at the right time.

Leeds, boat bookshop
  • The Todmorden Folklore Centre continues to put on amazing events, the most recent one being Holly talking about feminism and conspiracy theory.
  • KFC have launched an alternate reality game. Back in 2001 I worked for an agency that had KFC as a client, and tried to pitch doing this. Our plan was fairly ragged, but it’s amusing to see this happening 24 years later.
  • On the train to Leeds this week someone was watching a landscape video with their phone in portrait mode and I didn’t know if I should say something to them.
  • Joe Hill wrote a lovely piece about the importance of ‘the set’, taking a little time to do nothing, away from the smartphone.
  • Moi Outside, one of my favourite coffee shops in Hebden Bridge, closed at the end of the month. Two more have opened up in its place.
  • I’ve become a huge fan of Leeds queer indie bookshop, The Bookish Type, mainly for its excellent horror selection.
  • In further signs of this country falling apart, people using phones without headphones on trains are getting more common. Fucking barbarians. I can just about drown out their noise with over-the-ear headphones.
  • I get up early for my commutes. This month I found myself showering while it was still dark outside. Knowing winter is coming feels melancholy.

Monthnotes: July 2025

July was a good month, although life continued to feel exhausting. Despite my tiredness, I made an effort to be more sociable. I explored the local artists’ studios event, went to a poetry night and an Art Club, visited the folklore centre and attended the launch of a zine I’m in. We also had visitors at the house, including James, Alex and Gus the Dog on the hottest day ever (I got sunburned). Rosie the puppy came to stay and it was lovely to see her.

Rosy and Rosie

I travelled down to Brighton (the third time in three months!) for Sooxanne’s show on Wilde Volk, which took place inside Rottingdean Windmill. It was a wonderful Brighton event – some old friends and new came along, and there was a mummer’s play. The event was a huge success, and I’m so happy that Sooxanne has finally shared her work. As a bonus, I also got to spend a day with Tom, and played Dance Dance Revolution for the first time.

A Trip to Rottingdean

I took July off from tracking my steps and also paused my gym membership, since planning the sessions had become too stressful. However, through concentrating on my diet, I managed to lose a pound. This is significant, as I’ve gained weight every month since November, when I started my new work role. I’m going to continue seeing how things go in August and will probably return to the gym in autumn.

Writing was a struggle in July, given the weight of my work. I’ve continued the weekly substack, which had its second birthday. Favourite July pieces were Sharper Knives and Enjoy Haworth’s Literary Heritage. Rosy reviewed the 2025 Advent calendar, and I did some initial work on the fourth Mycelium Parish News. I also had a piece published in Bryony Good’s In a Land zine. I’m itching for a more involved project, and am considering several options. Whatever I do, it needs to be fun rather than stressful.

My reading was even slower than my writing in July with only two books finished. I mostly tried to catch up with a backlog of Kindle articles. I re-read The True Confessions of Adrian Mole, which is not as good as the others, being more a collection of snippets (one is a fairly obvious Thatcher parody, where the jokes rely on knowing the personalities of the 1980s cabinet). Despite the slow pace of my reading, I’m still accumulating books at an alarming rate.

If she’s Rosemary, I must be Sea Salt

I enjoyed the new David Cronenberg film, The Shrouds, despite some misogynistic scenes (Rosy left for the pub halfway through). F1: The Movie was disappointing, a missed opportunity. Yellowjackets was all over the place in season 3, but ended on a good point. Rosy and I also watched the new Adam Curtis show, Shifty. It included amazing footage but failed to land a lot of its points. I do think he’s right about the loss of shared truths in society, and that’s something we need to cultivate.

Death Stranding 2 has been a slow burn – a little too much like the original, but with more shooting – and combat was the least interesting part of the first game. I’d rather the sequel focussed on connection, landscape and story. I’m less into it than I expected, but the addition of a chronological mode to The Last of Us 2 has not yet tempted me away.

I’m not sure where my reading and writing time went in July. I have been feeling a little swamped, and it never feels like I have enough time. I also failed to make the two writing group meetings in July, which is a shame. I’m trying to reduce the amount of clutter in my life, both physical and virtual. It’s helping, but slowly. I’ll never be a minimalist, but it’s good to aim in that direction.

One thing I miss about Brighton is the weird graffiti

As tough as work is, I’m still enjoying the challenge of it. I had a vivid dream in July where I resigned from my job to become a freelancer/contractor. I then changed my mind because of the things I love about being part of the company. It felt like a useful message from my subconscious. While I’d prefer to be writing code or running a team, I still like my role – and managing my own stress levels is a fundamental part of consultancy.

Rosie and Mr Pig

I’m rekindling my love of tech. I’ve started writing weeknotes (week 27, week 28, weeks 29/30) to capture everything that I’m learning. It’s extra work, but it makes sense to consolidate all the things I read – particularly given what an exciting time this is. We’ve kicked off an event at work exploring AmazonQ, and it’s been fun learning about this alongside other people (I also blogged about that: week 1, week 2). One of the reasons I love work is being part of a community, even if it is a significant commitment on top of the client work.

  • I watched someone cheat at a raffle this month. That should be impossible, and I’m impressed that they pulled it off twice.
  • Rosy has been working on her new collection, and I heard a couple of pieces from it. I’m very excited to hear the full thing.
  • It says something that the Wu-Tang Clan had a Farewell Tour, and I only found out after it ended. The Imperial Phase feels like a long time ago.
  • I took a lunchtime art trip in Leeds and visited the land art exhibition at the Henry Moore Institute. It was very small but worth seeing.

Monthnotes: June 2025

June was a busy month. Challenging too, but overall I liked it. I took a week off to hike the South Downs Way, attended Kitty and John’s wedding, had lots of visitors in the valley and a couple of nights out – even staying up past midnight. Crab and Bee stopped here on their Peakrill Press tour and I also made a much-delayed visit to Liverpool.

High Brown Knoll

My step count for the month was 521,628 steps, an average of 17,388, with a peak of 59,174, walking from Cocking to Upper Beeding. It was the highest monthly total since September 2022. But I’ve decided to stop tracking my steps for a while – as a metric, it’s ceased to be useful, given the time taken and stress caused. Gym attendance was spotty due to both me and my PT. My weight continues to rise, averaging a pound a month since starting my current work engagement. I need to get a grip.

This month’s step count was boosted by hiking 75 miles of the South Downs Way. A day or so into the walk, I realised that I don’t enjoy solo hiking. Normally, I’d force myself to go through with a commitment like this, but age brings wisdom and I cut out 25 miles in favour of more time in Brighton. I’ve walked the section I cut many times, so I don’t feel I missed out. The trail itself felt underwhelming – far too many annoying cyclists and the food was terrible. The last two sections were walked with Katharine and Emma and more than made up for the first 55 miles.

Between work and the hike, I’ve not had as much focussed writing time as I’d like. I completed the first draft of this year’s horror advent calendar and started playing with a performance idea. On the substack, my favourite piece this month was Professor Scarecrow. I’m increasingly feeling like I need a larger-scale writing project of some type, and will be thinking about that in July.

I never seem to enjoy computer games as much as I’d like to, but I played a fair amount of Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 in June. I loved the French setting and the basic play loop was mostly compelling – although the final section felt a little grindy. Death Stranding 2 arrived at the end of the month, but I’ve not had chance to get into that properly.

Most of my TV/movie time was taken up watching Yellowjackets season 2 with Rosy – otherwise I re-watched I Saw the TV Glow, and went to Manchester with Muffy for 20 Years Later (which was very OK). I appreciated the attempt to make a moving family drama in such a grim setting, but 28YL wasn’t dark enough for my liking.

Getting away from the laptop for the hike gave me the headspace to read the first two books of Tamsyn Muir’s highly-complicated Locked Tomb series. I’ve also been re-reading the Adrian Mole books, prompted by debating them with Rosy over the dinner table. They still make me laugh, 40 years later. I also read Tom King’s Jenny Sparks comics, which turned Ellis’s weary character into a collection of tropes and smart-alec lines. Smoking is not a personality.

Virgin, the new Lorde album came out at the end of the month. With streaming, its a lot harder for an album to break through for me than it would be if I’d invested in a CD. The first few listens of this one annoyed me, while also making me very aware of my age compared to Lorde. But it does seem to be getting traction.

Table decoration from the wedding

Dan said that I’m very open with things on this blog. I feel like it’s good to be as open as I can be, although I do keep a lot back. The main reason for keeping these monthnotes is that writing them in public is a good thing – knowing a few people are writing them forces a certain polish. Over time, they help me see trends in my life, which I might otherwise miss.

June involved a lot of social events. Rosy and I went to a couple of gigs at the Trades Club. One of these was by a friend of ours, which was followed by late-night drinks, the first time I can remember doing that since the pandemic. I also visited some friends in Liverpool, mixing together a few groups. I have a resistance to going out, but I never regret leaving the house to see people. The wedding was particularly great, with a scattered community of friends gathered together. Visiting the Folklore Centre made me think I should hang out there more often – if I’m going to spend a couple of hours of my weekend writing, why do it in the house? So, more going out in the future. I do miss drinking though – I feel healthier for stopping, but I miss the energy of going out for drinks.

Work continues to feel tough with both client and consultancy work. I spent a lot of time working towards an in-person Java event and was disappointed at how few attendees we attracted. It’s been a while since I put an event on and things have obviously changed. Still, I’m glad I tried, and there are lots of other exciting things to move onto. 

This free book table had a John Darnielle novel, which was a wonderful surprise
  • We celebrated my Mum’s 80th birthday which was lovely. I also got to see my niece’s lambs while visiting.
  • I’m still delighted about having more control over my headaches. It all seems to be down to hydration. I’m also amazed it took me so very long to figure that out.
  • I’m not sure how I feel about Spotify’s CEO investing his huge profits in defence companies. My listening should not be helping to kill people. I’ve been on Spotify for years, but maybe it’s time to move services.
  • I mostly ignore the news but my nuclear paranoia was high during the conflict with Iran.
  • At Waterloo station there were dozens of women in black suit jackets with bald wigs and painted-on stubble. Thanks to the Internet I found out they were off to see the rapper Pitbull.
  • I loved this video of people on a ten-meter diving board

Goodhart’s Law and ending a step-counting streak

Yesterday I ended a five-and-a-half year streak of doing a daily steps target.

Goodhart’s Law states: “When a measure becomes a target, it ceases to be a good measure.” Having a daily step target started out as useful but it’s increasingly become a chore, no longer driving any actual benefits.

Walking 10,000 steps (my current goal) has little impact on my health compared to a currently poor diet. There are benefits to the step count such as time out of the house and daily commitment to exercise; but these can be achieved without a specific target. And some of the time saved from not walking 10,000 steps could be spent on a few minutes of more useful exercise.

The danger of streaks is that they feed into the sunk cost fallacy. You treat the streak as a thing that has value in itself.

It feels strange not to be wearing a fitbit whenever I leave the house, but I think it’s a good thing.

Monthnotes: May 2025

May has had some wonderful high points, although work continues to squat toad-like on my life (although I still mostly love my job). I’m better than I was at the start of this year but, despite two bank holidays, I still feel battered and behind with everything. Things are slowly improving, not least because summer has come to the valley. Everything looks green and lush and the days are stretched out long past my waking hours. It feels good to be here.

I spent a week hiding out in Blackpool, and we also got to celebrate Rosy’s birthday, which included a visit from her daughter. Our new household is settling in, with some long neglected jobs finally getting done. I made a flying visit to Brighton for ‘Rosy Carrick’s Poetry Gangbang’, which was on for two nights in the Brighton Fringe. I performed on the second night. I was nervous about reading prose among such an impressive poetry line-up and was delighted that I held my own. I stayed out late on the Friday, and made very few arrangements to see people – so apologies for anyone I did not catch up with. I loved the short visit to Brighton, but it also confirmed that I am happy to have moved to the valley.

I have very little context for the gashapon shop in Brighton, but I love that it exists

I continue struggling with physical activity. The month’s step total was 413,499, an average of 13,338 steps, with the peak being 19,350, wandering around Blackpool and Hebden Bridge. My weight is still drifting, which I think is due to stress. One good thing I’ve noticed – while I still have occasional headaches, the ones I do have are changed. I have fewer long duration ones with weird auras – an improvement that’s come about from paying more attention to hydration.

I’m continuing to try new things with my writing, trying to work out how I can work in longer forms. I experimented with writing a novella – I set it aside, but it was a useful experiment. I made a Wednesday Writers session, determined not to let work keep getting in the way, and loved it. My favourite story on the substack this month was The Cooking Pot, which might become part of a longer thing in time.

I continue to enjoy my job, although I’m still not feeling settled with my current client – and I’ve been with them six months. There is a lot of inertia around my role, and it’s hard to produce changes that would make things more comfortable. Much of my work energy is going into the client side, meaning I have less capacity for the ‘side-of-desk’ work, and those commitments are harder to keep up with. It’s all basic stuff, but hard to fix in the moment. I suspect I’m doing better than I think I am, but how I feel about my work is one of the most important things to keep an eye on.

I made it to the cinema a few times over May. Thunderbolts* was a decent MCU film, and 28 Days Later was intense but felt less innovative than when I first saw it. I watched Sinners twice in the cinema. I’m excited by that film in a way I’ve not been about a film since Star Wars as a kid. Beyond how well crafted it was, it opens up whole areas of history and music I’ve not thought about in depth. The soundtrack is superb. I find myself thinking back to that ending, the last few lines of the film, and how beautiful they were.

I’ve also watched a little TV. Rosy and I had Yellowjackets as a regular show, which meant a third watching of season 1, but it maintained my interest. Returning to From season 3 was hard work, and I might just read the synopsis for this one. The Last of Us was mostly annoying, with the adaptation feeling in conflict with the original. Doctor Who has undergone a spectacular renaissance, feeling like essential TV once more. I’ve not liked all of the episodes this season, but they all attempted to do something interesting. We’re standing on the edge of the series being cancelled once more, and it’s a great way to go out.

My reading this month was mostly trying to get my kindle back under control, abandoning a number of half-read books. I did stomp my way through a Brian Eno biography (music books are relaxing) and a history of the Labour party’s 2024 victory. I also blogged about Exterminate! Regenerate!, John Higgs’ recent book on Doctor Who and about Ultra-Processed People. I’ve also found myself hooked by Saga, the Brian K. Vaughan comic series – it took a while to grow on me. The Facebook memoir Careless People was shocking and needs a post of its own.

I love the circle on the side of this building – it’s interesting and effective

I continued playing the daily runs on The Last of Us 2. It’s compulsive and sort of boring, but a nice way to reset myself after work. Following some recommendations in the work slack, I picked up Clair Obscur: Expedition 33, hoping for something a little like Planescape: Torment. It’s pretty good – a fascinating storyline and setting. It has all the grind of a role-playing game, but building up stats to take on a boss feels more fun than the grind loops of most open-world games.

Walking through the town centre this month, I passed an anti-trans protestor with some particularly unpleasant slogans on a sandwich board. I decided that saying ‘shame on you’ in passing wasn’t enough, and walked back to suggest that maybe confronting trans people with such things was not a nice thing to do, given the recent attacks on them. Then I saw they had a camera – so the whole thing was basically someone trying to make Youtube content.

It was the Blobby Shop’s first birthday

Another local story is the geese. I’ve written before about the two geese who nested on a rocky island below the canal bridge, and how people had taken them food and bedding. Some of their eggs were stolen and the rest didn’t hatch. There was another sad story of a Canada gosling abandoned by its parents. And the two sad stories resolved with the gosling being adopted.

Two more paedophile teachers from my school were arrested. It brought out the usual claims that the school had no idea that such things were happening at the time. This is a lie. Everyone knew which teachers were paedophiles, yet they were tolerated by the establishment. When the bounds were overstepped, certain teachers were allowed to retire without sanction. There’s a danger to pretending that our current moral views were held in the recent past.

I’ve been reading Samantha Harvey’s ‘space pastoral’, Orbital: “She finds she often struggles for things to tell people back home, because the small things are too mundane and the rest is too astounding and there seems to be nothing in between” (p17-8)

  • The trailer for The Long Walk looks amazing – it’s out in September
  • I watched and blogged another time loop movie, Until Dawn.
  • While I was in Brighton, I ate my favourite meal at La Choza three times – vegan sweet potato burrito with naga salsa. It was great each time.
  • I spent a day throwing up from food poisoning in Blackpool. I’ve not been that sick since I stopped drinking and did not enjoy it at all.
Walking through Manchester, I found an invader mosaic.

Ultra-Processed People

Reading Chris van Tulleken’s Ultra-Processed People is a disturbing experience. What starts out as a non-fiction book about diet ends up as a work of cosmic horror – with some impressive touches of body horror.

I had a similar feeling from Jay Owen’s book Dust. In cosmic horror, “the characters become aware of the true scale of the universe, its hidden natures, and wrestle with the meaning of that.” In van Tulleken’s book we see how industrial preparation of food has taken over our diets, leading to horrific outcomes. The system produces massive harms but nobody is able or willing to stop it.

Chris van Tulleken (hereafter CvT) tells the story well, starting with an ice-cream that will not melt. Checking the ingredients, he sees that what he has given to his daughter is not a combination of eggs, cream and sugar; rather it’s something designed in a laboratory to produce particular sensations. Many of the ingredients are things you wouldn’t find in a kitchen cupboard.

He portrays food production as a sort of evolutionary race, with the companies trying to out-compete each other in the marketplace. The drive to reduce costs produces appalling decisions that cost lives. Several times, the comparison is made to smoking, where paid scientists obfuscated the research for their own financial benefit.

One of the most striking discussions is around Pringles – a food that markets itself on addictiveness. CvT writes about the engineering of the shape, how the flavourings work, all designed to be as appealing as possible and to undercut the body’s responses to feeling full.

CvT is an effective writer. He quotes Donald Trump’s 2012 tweet that “I have never seen a thin person drinking Diet Coke.” as he discusses how sweeteners prime the body for sugar that will not come, and may provoke cravings. He’s also clear about the effects of different food preparation – a whole apple turns out to be significantly healthier than a smoothie made of just apples and water.

The book lays down clear evidence that ultra-processed food is harmful. Sometimes CvT overeggs his cake in his desire to press his case, cherry picking the most dramatic research. This is fair enough – he sees a certain type of scientific rigour as a tool used to defend these foods, similar to the scientific defence of smoking.

CvT uses any means he can to provoke revulsion I don’t find the idea of eating bacterial foams disgusting in particular – it’s less disgusting than eating the flesh of another creature – but there’s a fantastic image when CvT talks about how fizzy drinks leach nutrients from the bones: “Drink enough and you may end up peeing out your own skeleton”. It’s a great horror image. The one that made me shudder most was around the acidity of fizzy drinks and how, if you brush your teeth after one, “you are literally brushing away a slurry of tooth enamel”.

Like in a lot of cosmic horror, there are links to the Nazis. CvT shows how they were pioneers with processed food, with one scientist making edible fats from paraffin by-products – it caused damage to the body, but the U-boat sailors who ate it were unlikely to live long enough to see problems from it.

The cosmic horror comes from how these foods have such massive effects but nobody is responsible. Terrible things happen through a diffusion of responsibility. The book talks about Nestle’s decisions around baby formula, and how it’s now working to disrupt established food distribution among remote Amazonian communities. Scientists end up paid to say things that are misleading. It’s a situation that nobody would have chosen, but that cannot be resisted.

The Tories have pushed against food regulation on the basis that it’s an aspect of the nanny state. For a long time, I thought I was at fault for some of the poor food decisions I was making. But, since cutting back on processed food, my appetite is much more manageable. The short-term impulsive decisions around unhealthy food are gone. UPFs hack the body’s responses. Is it right to put the blame on people’s decisions when these decisions are being undercut?

The most remarkable thing about this book is that it does produce behaviour change. CvT makes explicit comparison to Allen Carr’s book on smoking. He’s never dogmatic or hectoring, yet by the end, I’d also lost my desire to eat chemicals and emulsifiers. I’ve changed my diet since reading this book (I’m in a position to do this when a lot of people aren’t). Long term, I’ll have to see if this is a permanent change, but I’m already impressed how effective it was. Cutting down on UPF has removed much of my desire for it.

Iteration 24: Until Dawn

On the 1,889th day of March 2020, I watched Until Dawn in the cinema. It’s been over as year since my last time loop movie. This was a borderline case – but I was persuaded when the script explicitly referred to Groundhog Day to claim it wasn’t the same.

A group of young people are following the trail of a friend who has gone missing. After so many revisionist slasher films, it’s weird to see the genre done so straight. There’s the harbinger in a gas station, like in Cabin in The Woods. There’s an overhead shot of a car driving down a wooded road, like in every horror film ever.

The world-building of Until Dawn makes very little sense. The teens are murdered by a variety of different horror tropes, then find themselves returning to the start of that night. Each time, they are more damaged than before, slowly fading. In some ways, it’s refreshing to see a horror film that cares little about plausibility and focuses on producing interesting moments. The were some well-constructed jump scares. There’s even a found-footage section which is so short that you wish the director had made more use of the format.

Until Dawn is based on a videogame. Apparently they made significant changes, but it still feels like one, particularly with how they characters learn more about the world. At one point there’s a video cassette and a convenient player, so you can almost see the icons on them for the characters to interact through.

As a time loop, this is a very loose one – certain small elements are repeated, but other elements of the night change significantly. Mostly, this is a film that uses the time-loop trope to do its own thing. Time loops are now so established that they can be quickly set up for the audience, which is interesting in itself.

Statistics

  • Length of first iteration (in film): not recorded (I was in the cinema)
  • Length of second iteration: not recorded
  • Reset point: all five main characters die
  • Fidelity of loop: huge changes between iterations and the characters fade with each loop
  • Exit from the loop: someone escapes from the loop or the characters’ life-force is fully drained

airgap.txt: an abandoned/prototype novella

Over the past 4 weeks, I’ve been working on a novella, airgap.txt. I produced 20,000 words of text and I’ve decided to stop. There’s nothing wrong with putting aside a project, as long as there is some reflection.

I’ve been thinking recently about writing longer, deeper work. airgap.txt was a first-person story about a woman running a blog about internet ghosts who investigates an incursion of fairyland into the real world. It was inspired by Kyle Chayka’s Filterworld, egregores and NPC theory.

What I learned from this:

  • The narrative was too linear to maintain my interest. I like reading both conventional and ergodic novels, but writing a linear narrative doesn’t excite me. I’ve used linear forms in a few novels, and the interesting bits were where I pushed and broke the format.
  • One particular problem of writing a linear narrative was that there were no vignettes or sections that stood independently. Chuck Palahniuk has spoken about the fun of breaking off sections to try out, and I didn’t have the opportunity for that. I’m someone who loves the fragment, and anything I do should support that.
  • I intentionally set out to write about an isolated character. This is incredibly difficult to get right, and I had a good try. The text was discursive, bringing in other perspectives; but it’s hard to write about an alienated character without alienating the reader. Some level of character conflict is more engaging to write.
  • I started writing airgap.txt playfully, and built a good structure. But it would have been better to start with a clearer idea of where I might go.
  • It’s easy for a discipline around writing to eradicate the playfulness, which is something that happened here.

What I enjoyed:

  • Most of my writing has been for the weekly substack and the Wednesday Writers group, and I enjoyed trying to work on a larger scale.
  • It was fun to explore the character, even if I’d not given her much space to express herself. I should have allowed more space for play – when I did, I loved it.