Andy Chalk's Page

I don't like birthdays. I used to enjoy them when I was younger, at first because of presents, and then later because it meant I was getting old enough to really start doing fun shit, and finally because birthdays were a great excuse to do all that fun shit I was finally old enough to do. But age has a funny way of buggering up your life. It's not as though I'm old and decrepit by any stretch, but the overarching futility of life seems particularly emphasized during birthdays. Here's a da… Continue

Hey, a blog. Here I thought that "comments wall" business was my only option for yammering pointlessly at a cold and uncaring internet.

I wonder about this sometimes. I'm capable of forming basic sentences, proper spelling, that sort of thing (although if you asked me to explain precisely why any of this wordly stuff works the way it does, I'd be screwed) but what I seem to lack is ease with it all. I suspect that some, maybe a lot, of writers out there are able to just sit down and lay it out,… Continue