Ya Beirut ya haram

My friend texts me on Tuesday evening: there’s been an explosion in Beirut, and I quickly look up the news to see what happened. I think immediately of a violent attack – a sectarian bomb, hitting the country already on its knees in economic collapse, seeking to take advantage of the corona-caused pause in theContinue reading “Ya Beirut ya haram”

the smouldering ruins of racial capitalism

One Friday night in May I watched as a fire engine pulled up to Turbo Island to deal with the embers of a bonfire for the drinkers and I stopped to take a picture, noticing afterwards the fire fighter leaning out of the window smirking at me. Then I headed off up to Gloucester Road.Continue reading “the smouldering ruins of racial capitalism”

between a far right future and 80s dreams of dystopia

It’s Friday 1st May and Bristol’s looking amazing in the last hours of sunshine. I’m all over south Bristol tonight bringing kebabs and pizza to the heartland masses. I’ve been finding enjoyment in the road names this week. On Wednesday when i was doing the shopping for E in Staple Hill I went down ShrubberyContinue reading “between a far right future and 80s dreams of dystopia”

Leaving April behind and listening to news of eels

It’s Wednesday 29th April and anyone that didn’t already know it already can see that Brexit island is drifting slowly into obscurity that’s now become a tragedy we might not know the full weight of yet. I catch up on the news today and I watch the German news on DW because it’s sober andContinue reading “Leaving April behind and listening to news of eels”

love and trees in the time of corona

I cycle the length of the feeder to St Annes and drop off the lasagne and I remember when my friend went bridge swinging on New Years Eve once with climbing friends and they calculated the ropes wrong and she dropped straight in the feeder. The feeder canal runs from Netham Lock in East BristolContinue reading “love and trees in the time of corona”

Shooting stars over East street and craft kit handouts

It’s Thursday 16th April and the lockdown has been extended for a further three weeks. It’s day 23 or something like that of the lockdown in Bristol and I’m trying to navigate the new reality on my bicycle, one pizza delivery at a time. I follow a little girl in a tiger onesie across PrinceContinue reading “Shooting stars over East street and craft kit handouts”

Happy Easter! and other unnecessary greetings

It’s Saturday 11th April 2020 and I’m waiting outside a restaurant in Clifton and he says to me ‘excuse me, do you want to go for a coffee with me some time?’ He’s another Deliveroo rider and he’s wearing lycra. I panic briefly and unwanted attention from men wasn’t something I’ve been preparing for inContinue reading “Happy Easter! and other unnecessary greetings”

Day 16 and I’m listening to the prophecies

It’s Thursday 9th April 2020 and when I’m picking up Caribbean food in St Pauls a woman tells me it’s all going to end next Thursday. ‘Everyone will be able to come out of their houses and it’ll go back to normal’. Oh really? I ask. That seems a bit soon, won’t there still beContinue reading “Day 16 and I’m listening to the prophecies”