The rent’s been paid and the clock has ticked over. With a little jump into the middle of May—with all the British sunshine that brings—I have officially entered my second month in England. The last time you heard from me was shortly after the raucous funeral for Murcia’s sardine and my own departure from the […]Read more "Reality Checks and Fields of Green – Reading 2018 (Part I)"
The Electric Holy Road is hardly a straight one. It winds and turns back on itself and runs straight forward into blinding white uncertainty. A single trip can wind you up in a place you would never even have imagined existed. The pull of the Great Magnet (that which governs the path of us road-weary […]Read more "The Sardine Has Burned"
With a few more steps into the unknown, you and I and the Electric Holy Road have found ourselves at the beginning of one more journey around the sun. It’s become a bit of a tradition for me to sit down, reflect and scribble out one of these mad-cap capping-off articles at the end of […]Read more "A Third Dangerous Retrospective – 2017"
“Words are air. Writing is forever.” – Fridge magnet The act of putting words onto paper is like bringing something to life. From soil or skin, something blooms and lives in reality. Ink drips slowly, soaks into paper and then forever more the truth is made. The intangibility of the blog is something that keeps […]Read more "On Paper Plains/Planes (Or: Again with the Changes)"
Here they come, stepping in line to a sombre drum beat, the Nazarenos. Their hoods rise to the night sky, penitent cloth and bare feet a symbol, a request. They march through the narrow streets, under rippling velvet banners displaying the colour and symbol of their church. They carry with them staves, candles, crosses and […]Read more "Murcia – Electric Holy Week (and a Half)"
I remember walking around Amsterdam on cold, dreary day in 2015 with two mates by my side and something of a home in Germany waiting for my return. I had been in the Netherlands for three days and had been in Germany for maybe two to three months. We walked past a hip, wood-paneled store, […]Read more "When Do You Stop Being a Tourist? – Bullas, Lorca & Caravaca"
I’ve been lucky enough previously to never have been ill on “vacation”, until now. For the past two weeks I’ve had an on-and-off cold which summoned a frog (or poison toad) to my throat and took away my voice as payment. And it all culminated early this week with a migraine, a bout of chucking […]Read more "En la tierra de mi novia – Murcia and Cartagena"