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Thank You! (Yes, you too, there at the back.)
Yet another brutally honest Substack outpouring about the world of writing
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Some Notes About My Dad That I Have Made In My Notebooks
A little audio intro from me, to provide some context to what follows: * My dad has come to an arrangement with the public pool in Nottinghamshire where he swims: after everyone else has got out of the pool, he is permitted to do a somersault before he gets changed. “THEY
Everything Will Swallow You
Subscribe now EVERYTHING WILL SWALLOW YOU Chapter One: The Reason Your Shampoo Wants You To Use More Shampoo Is Because That Means You Will Buy More Of Your Shampoo The deer had been kicking the shit out of the hedgerows again. You could see their trail of destruction, curiously evenly
WHY HAS HE BROUGHT THIS PIG INTO OUR BOOKSHOP?
Reflections On Walking In London By A London-Avoiding Bumpkin
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Who Would Like Three Free Signed Books?
Also in today's newsletter: a review of summer, a poem and an exclusive audio excerpt from my next novel
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At Home With The Actor, Influencer And Designer Philippa Islington-Smythe
In her exclusive interview in today's Daily Telegraph Magazine, the actor, influencer and designer Philippa Islington-Smythe (above) discusses the price of fame, her controversial new perfume, working with Margot Robbie and how becoming a parent changed her perspective on the world. "You are right: the end of
The Post-Book Crash Is Real And Don't Let Anybody Tell You Otherwise
Plus An Exclusive Excerpt From Next Year's Novel
A Walk To Bog End And Back With My Dad
In Celebration Of My Dad's Birthday: A Short Account Of A Walk My Family And I Took A Few Years Ago
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More Corbel
A Pagan Sort Of Walk In England's Western Borderlands, A Wartime Hero, And The Unavoidable Interface Between Walking And Writing
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Lots Of People Will Unsubscribe As A Result Of This, Solely Because It's My Second Post In Consecutive Days, But The Fact Is My Cat Died And I Needed To Write About It
Back when I lived on the Norfolk-Suffolk border, a little over a decade ago, there was a running joke amongst people who knew me that my house was a kind of after-hours youth club for cats. I had four of my own at the time, which some might claim is
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Three Magical Walks Very Few People Know About
Last week, on the day my latest novel was published, I did something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time: I closed my Facebook and Instagram accounts. Since I deleted my Twitter/X account over a year ago and don’t do any other social media, this
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A Great School
I was digging through some old photos at my mum and dad’s house a couple of years ago and found this one of my primary school class. I’m the small fry on the back row in the blue dungarees, being strangled, next to my friend Edward, who is