Category: Dingo’s Thoughts

I have sat on a number for weeks, then ruined my own nerves with wine. Want and wisdom do not clock in at the same time.

I woke up this morning to the usual racket of my phone buzzing like it had a personal grudge against…

Most nights I am not a light switch. Talk properly, look at me like you mean it, and my body finally catches up afterwards anyway.

Right then. Where do I even start with this one? I suppose the sensible place is the beginning, though beginnings…

Sometimes I catch myself standing in the middle of my little Hackney flat in nothing but an oversized hoodie and…

Right, so picture this. I am sat on my sofa in Hackney with my feet up, one of those proper…

I was sat on the night bus the other evening, headphones half in, half out, watching this bloke across the…

was halfway down Mare Street the other evening with a half eaten packet of crisps in one hand and my…

Iwas sat on the 55 bus the other morning, half watching the rain streak down the window and half wondering…

Right, so picture this. I’m stood in the Tesco Express on Mare Street last Tuesday, just after a proper long…