Fortean

Labour Campaign for Folk Horror

I spent much of my childhood in the land of long and lonely driveways hung with fog and remote houses in the middle of storms; of darkened railway stations and cultists, standing stones and lurking creatures, sinister voiceovers and pale faced, long fingered children. This wasn’t through personal choice; I just grew up in a family that was intensely interested in ghost…

Politics and Dreams

I really have trouble understanding people who think of politics as a dry topic, or who view it as all wonkery and triangulation. Politics is completely insane and weirdly emotional (did you know Peter Mandelson once phoned Gordon Brown to tell him, “I love you, but I can destroy you”?) and it leaches into the lives of activists on all fronts. It’s…

Liminal Time

I don’t know what happens next. We’re in the between time, the fractal time. Anything could happen next. Election day is always strange, I think. A strange quiet after the long loud, the calm before the chaos and Curtice and all the rest. But stranger for me is the campaign itself – after however long a period of waiting, hoping, needing, finally…