GRAVEL: NEVER A DULL DAY

May 27th, 2008 | Work

FORTHCOMING: a 576-page signed & numbered hardcover book collecting STRANGE KISS, STRANGER KISSES, STRANGE KILLINGS, THE BODY ORCHARD, STRONG MEDICINE and NECROMANCER.


I Have Never Been Photogenic

May 26th, 2008 | brainjuice

Seriously. I do not come out well in photographs. Never have. All my friends, however, seem to really like this photo of me that was taken by this guy in Oslo a couple of days ago. Personally, I think the processing makes me look like I’ve got a skin disease, but, like I say, other people like it, so thanks, Gunnar. (Can’t tell that I hate having my photo taken, can you?)

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Norway, Morning

May 23rd, 2008 | mobilesignals

Unerring Pub Sense brings me to the platz at the top end of Karl Johans Gate, where I now have an outside table, cigarettes, and a glass of the local energy muck, Batteri. Cloudy and cool — a lot of people acting like it’s early summer. Folkie-hipster dude in an unfortunate hat is trying to sell a plastic-wrapped magazine to passersby. Quite a few tourists: Germans with insane moustaches, Danes in waterproofs, a shivering Japanese couple, an enormous black man in pink shirt and powder-blue tanktop photographing everything in the square. A plalanx of six women working the square with flowers, crooning ”Romani. Please give. Romani.” They have hard eyes, years past the point where you just resent people for having coins in their pocket. A lone military officer strides past, wearing one of those peculiar caps with the tassel hanging in front. The back of his shaven head prickles with the chill wind now driving into the square.


Mission Control Oslo

May 23rd, 2008 | photography

I’m in the hotel, wifi is running, there’s a fridge full of Ringnes pilsener, BBC World News is on and I am smoking indoors.

Getting here was frankly a bit shitty — Stansted Airport is fucked at the root — but all you have to do is wait patiently for joy, and the world will bring it to you. I spent half the flight watching the most beautiful sunset I’ve seen in years. And Ise was waiting at the airport for me (blaming me for the late flight, of course).

Good night from Oslo.