The Soup Rules.
I can be quite particular about certain things, especially things to do with food (including cutlery). I’ve been getting a bit of flack from my team at work about being fussy over soups lately, so I agreed to write down the soup rules.*

*These rules are subject to change and I don’t know when or how they’ll change.
How To Make Chicken Soup.
An online conversation between two friends, a long long time ago.

Fanzine Foreword.
Yesterday I found the pages of a fanzine a few of my friends and I made about seven years ago. This is one of Jed’s contributions.

This has been a very pigeon-themed week.
On Saturday I was caught taking a photo of the above dead pigeon by a vicar.
Then yesterday, when a friend mentioned Ken Campbell’s name in conversation I told them that I had learned to speak
pidgin English off Ken Campbell when he was teaching it to people in Camden, in the basement of a bookshop outside of which was a mural with his face on.
I also told my friends a story my Dad had told me about his friend smuggling a pigeon into a cinema during a showing of The Birds when it was first released in the ’60s. He set it free during one of the swarming scenes and it gave a man in the front row a heart attack.
Then there’s that story everyone’s getting excited over at the moment, about some guy in Africa getting a pigeon to fly around with a USB stick.