Whilst doing some research on the internet the other day I "Googled" my own name.
It's ten o'clock at night but the sun is still shining in the kingdom of Prontera. It is always day in this city, packed with shops, council buildings and hundreds of adventurers such as myself.
Why do the flies gather, what is their interest in the smelly dung heap?
A Reflection on Billie Holiday's 'Strange Fruit' and the Crime of Lynching in America
Billie Holiday's haunting, disturbing song 'Strange Fruit', based on the poem by Lewis Allen
Hello and my warmest Happy New Year wishes to you all. I trust you had a fantastic New Year's Eve and partied like it was 1999. I know I didn't.
Growing up, I knew it was fairly inevitable that at some point in my not-too-distant adult future I'd be forced to come face to face...
It was sad to hear this past week of Hunter S. Thompson's suicide at his home in Woody Creek, Colorado...
High End Food Bollocks and the Gluttony of a Turducken
I recently had the opportunity to meet a New York chef of some note, and in chatting I asked...
