Journeying Through The Panels

Comic readers may suffer from stereotyping, but people who attend comic conventions have a far harder time trying to convince others of its merits. Little else symbolises so absolutely the anti-social, awkward nerd, than a man (sadly, the stereotype has yet to fully encompass women) in a costume pretending to be a hero from his favourite…

Message In A Screen

Working in Japanese schools brings an entirely new set of cultural norms to get familiar with. They’re far more alike to schools in the U.S than the U.K, but even when you get past the fact that kids ‘graduate’ at fifteen (because kids work so gosh-darn-hard for it at that age. Apologies to the five percent….

A New Blog

If you read this blog at all, you might have noticed that most of the images I use are film screenshots. The big mystery behind this that I happen to like films. A lot. I grew up watching one almost every day, and had endless talks with my family over them. I was the only…

Plushies and Dragons

I like travelling, and there’s still plenty of the world left for me to see. Distant lands and the ever reaching horizon are out of sight but never entirely out of mind. There’s a rush to it; of planting your feet on unfamiliar soil, amongst unfamiliar faces. I’ve been eating and drinking since I was…

A Trip With A Devil

There are few monsters left to face in the world today. There are no more uncharted seas, or overlooked islands. The serpent of Loch Ness has been rendered cute, Wales has made plashes of its dragon, and all the horrors of ogres, trolls and goblins now firmly reside between the pages of children’s picture books….

Fan Before Sport

Of all the sports people have concocted, football by far exceeds all others in inspiring enthusiasm. And by enthusiasm, I refer to the cult. Hooliganism, religious zealotry, club supporters. And no country suffers from a football fandom greater than England. So as someone who does not particularly care for spherical shapes, over-priced polyester shirts, or…

Best Served Cold

There are times when the rules aren’t enough, when justice fails to take action. In these moments, we feel obliged to seek it out ourselves, and it can be bloody, and cruel and dark. This is what I discovered at school, in a far lighter sense. Perhaps it even prepared me for the real world…

Shaken Scales

While living in Japan, I’ve come to accept that there are some things are unavoidable. Among these things, are the frustration of watching Japanese people refuse to cross at a red light regardless of the absolute absence of cars, the agony of having to explain that as a member of the rest of the human…

Childlike Clarity

For most of us the world is a different place when you’re child. You see it differently, and therefore you act differently and it always makes perfect irrefutable sense. So when adults look at what a child is doing, cocks their heads top one side and raise their eyebrows in sheer disbelief, they ought to…

True Love and Bloodshot Eyes

One of the more frustrating flaws I must contend with is my social shortcomings. In a single title you could describe me as an unwilling hermit, lacking the necessary skills to enter any conversation smoothly, to strike up any meeting, to catch another person’s eye without the slightest risk of cowering in the nearest cupboard…

That time when

I have been known to treat a history lesson like an afternoon in the cinema; I compulsively munch on snacks at the back, nod when I’m satisfied and laugh far louder than the people around me. It’s partly for this that I looked forward to lessons, and like good jokes, there were certain stories I…

Finding Your End

If you were to list the things that you were proud of in life, your crowning achievements, the height of your brilliance, how would you fare? I imagine you would not be too unlike me or most others and realise with self-demoralising effect, that they number less than your own fingers. People like to judge…