I’ve been listening to a lot of books lately. Because I’m such a skinflint bargain hunter, I almost never pay full price for anything, and pounce on free stuff with the ferocity of a starving lion. In fact, I’m the sort of idiot who will sometimes harvest cut-price goodies and freebies irrespective of whether or… Continue reading Betraying the written word
Author: Luke Kemp
With a wife and three daughters, Luke lives in constant fear for his life. He knows that there is a god, and that this deity pays him special attention – because his first full time job was working at a supermarket in Kent, and after moving halfway across the country his next full time job was (and is) working in a factory exclusively serving said supermarket. He has co-owned and written for videogames blog www.criticalgamer.co.uk since 2009, and boy are his fingers sore. When he grows up, he wants to be Batman.
Yesterday’s gone (and so are all the other days)
The phrase “I remember it like it was yesterday” becomes somewhat meaningless when you realise that yesterday, like every other day since the beginning of time, is gone forever – and therefore can’t be easily referred to for a quick fact-check. One of the first things they teach you when you become a copper (or… Continue reading Yesterday’s gone (and so are all the other days)
School to desired temperature: Mr Lanaway
Welcome ye to my third and final post about the three teachers who have most influenced/damaged me. I’ve sort of made it a series of episodic posts so that a) after the first one you know that they’re related, and kind of what to expect; and b) after the first one, you can just look… Continue reading School to desired temperature: Mr Lanaway
School to desired temperature: Mrs Bradley
Last time, after the obligatory waffle, I told you about the most significant memories I have of my English teacher Mr Moody. Now, let me do the same for the memories I have of Mrs Bradley. Nothing about buttocks this time, sorry. Mrs Bradley was what any good teacher – in fact, what any good… Continue reading School to desired temperature: Mrs Bradley
School to desired temperature: Mr Moody
Generally speaking, it is the memories you don’t remember that define you. I’m not talking about traumatic experiences that are suppressed in the mind and then go on to shunt a personality one of several ways, although that can sometimes happen (and I’m not just saying that because I’ve been watching a lot of Dexter… Continue reading School to desired temperature: Mr Moody
Terry Pratchett: Neither gone nor forgotten
Hello. My name’s Luke Kemp, or at least that’s what my parents tell me. Through what I can only presume is a series of mistakes similar to those leading to Mr Bean vandalising Whistler’s Mother, I have been allowed to contribute a story to this upcoming anthology. Remember, 100% of profits go to Alzheimer’s Research… Continue reading Terry Pratchett: Neither gone nor forgotten