Hello, and welcome to my world of obsession.

I’m a normal human being who gets overly excited about things sometimes. Things like comics, video games, movies and music, plus a few other things. I also enjoy writing short fiction pieces and haikus – so have a go at those! I sometimes write for other publications, such as the craft zine Snippets, the comic book store Travelling Man’s blog, or really anywhere that’s happy to have me rant about things I love.

Have a look around, see if there’s anything you like, and if you would like to get in touch with me then you can go here.


Junji Ito’s Cat Diary


Junji Ito, master of horror manga, has a clear whimsical side. It comes through in everything he does, no matter how horrific the subject matter – the hideous hopping of Jack’s corpse in Uzumaki is the epitome of the man’s ability to balance fear and hilarity. This particular talent of his is more evident than ever in his short manga story, Junji Ito’s Cat Diary.


The Library


This is not an original idea whatsoever – I have seen it done at least in Doctor Who and Avatar, and I’m sure many more. It’s like a dream place for book lovers! I was thinking about it one night … More?

Snippets Zine


My good friend Cat, half of the power couple running my favourite craft website Cut Out + Keep, very kindly allowed me to edit an issue of their fantastic zine, Snippets. I’ve written for Snippets a few times before – … More?



Revenge. That’s what keeps me going. hat gets me out of my shitty bunk each morning. The single, solitary thought that one day I’m gonna get my hands on those sons of bitches, and make them pay. Grab a smoke. … More?

The Windshield


She was my second love, after scotch. When you’re alone so long you get used to it; eventually you forget what you’re supposed to be missing out on. You adapt. Learn to thrive. Learn to wear your lonliness like a scarf. Whisky helps.


Thought Bubble 2014 Review

Post-Con Swag

My favourite time of the year…Thought Bubble!


Experiment #1

His hands trembling, he raised his pen – that very fountain pen he had so desperately coveted from his mother’s desk, but that now filled him with regret and longing – and dipped it into the inkwell, taking care to remove any excess ink from the nib. He wouldn’t want to get this wrong; he only had one chance.