Tourists come to the UK for all sorts of reasons, one being its ‘Englishness’, something I only start to appreciate after returning from overseas. The cities are enjoyed for their vibrancy, the countryside for its beauty, but the coastal seaside resorts are largely sidestepped. Our seaside towns had a different history to their European counterparts. […]
Brighton, once the vacation home of the Prince Regent, now more commonly referred to as ‘The Slag Riviera’, has seen better times. Forget its beachfront facade, ruined by greedy developers and dodgy council decisions. Ignore the mounds of trash on the beach that a handful of workmen were hopelessly attempting to clear up. Avoid the […]
Don’t forget I’ll be at the British Fantasy Society Convention in Brighton this Friday and Saturday morning, where I’ll be attempting to make up for the destruction and vulgarity wrought on this once-beautiful seaside town by its corrupt, venal councillors, through the beauty of literature… Here’s how the West Pier has looked before and after […]
The British coastal resort is a unique (and often uniquely revolting) institution. Not for us the glamour of the Riviera or even the Costa Del Sol – British holiday venues can often be more Costa Del Arsehole, with their revolting rock shops, unamusing amusements and festering chip stalls. When the now-sadly-deranged Morrissey wrote ‘Every Day […]
The Pan Books of Horror were Britain’s most influential collections of horror stories and ran from 1959 onward, producing volumes over the next thirty years. Toward the end of the run I was privileged to make it into the collections a couple of times. Now, the volume ‘Back From The Dead’ under editor Johnny Mains, […]
Realising that my birthday coincides with the World Horror Convention, I had arranged to throw a party there until the hotel tried to stiff me for the bill. But I’ll still be buying drinks and be signing copies of ‘Paperboy’ and my teen horror novel ‘Hellion: The Curse Of Snakes’.