The Subconscious of Comedy
Having been a cult hit on student radio this week, albeit with my Nan and the drunk guy on table 11 at Lloyd’s, I felt empowered to trawl through unaccustomed…
Joel Swift
The Real Conflict with the Self:
Digestion There was a wise man who once said ‘he who maketh an enzyme angry, take upon him the burden of a tarantula’. No one knew what this meant, for…
Poems are balls
A poem captioning the essence of human existence The rush, the exhilaration. Yodelling. What inspires such beauty? Divine providence? No. Yet, maybe yes. No. A cry for help. Make your…