Week beginning 26th May Part 2 My client is a victim. No amount of “justice” could ever undo the emotional distress, the fear, the strain on personal relationships, the lack of sleep and the unjustified guilt X has felt recently. There are no stones I could throw at the cyber giants that would make them disappear and the effects of their existence turn into dust. Whatever happens, my client is an[...]
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Week beginning: 26th May 2014 Part 1 *** It’s something like 3am. I have two finals in a few days, but it’s 3am and finals are not on my mind. What is on my mind, is a man. I can’t see his face, because I don’t know what he looks like. But there’s an object in his hand – a phone. On that phone are stored the originals of X’s images, and therefore the key to sorting this whole wret[...]
If you haven’t yet heard of Uber, I probably like you. Because it probably means that you don’t follow those hideous accounts on Instagram that purport to display the world’s finest and most necessary luxuries – nobasicshitofficial & co (I don’t know since when shit that isn’t basic needed to be officialised, but there we go). Uber fits in snugly with the highest class of life that is o[...]
EX ANTE Whilst it very much feels like fiction, this post is entirely true. The subject's identity will therefore remain a secret... Nevertheless, I must thank the subject for their commendable bravery throughout the entire ordeal, and thank them for allowing me to publish this. Once you have finished reading, please scroll back up here and sign this petition. Thank you, CM *** Week beginn[...]
NOTE FROM THEMORRIS: I hate clichés. I like concrete facts and figures and justifications. I suppose that’s the lawyer in me. The following text, however, is cliché city, because some facts and figures and justifications you have to work out for yourself. CM *** If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends[...]
I miss England But I won’t find it across the Channel, I won’t find it in my local, I miss England I can still smell Stale smoke and lager From going to meet father After school at The Regular I remember when Chips and gravy was 70p And you ate on your knee On the curb side. Try that for bouji I’ve got that scar On my right knee[...]
When I travel into the city centre to go to Uni, I don’t really look where I’m going. My feet just go: down my street, onto the train, off again and through the dense current of human bodies lining Saint-Lazare’s foyer and its long, dank underground tunnels; onto the Ligne 12 to Mairie d’Issy, off at Notre-Dame-des-Champs and then into the disproportionately grotesque building that is my Law[...]
“If you regret not doing something in your life, anything, what would it be?” “What do I regret not having?” She hadn’t misheard me; her subconscious had changed the question for her. But we both knew why. I continued in any case: “No, doing. Like doing a thing." “Oh. Still… Children. I wanted a house full. Such is life.” *** I think there’s a book somewhere, a b[...]
Can you remember the very first time you Googled something? No, neither can I. Granted I’ve spent precious few relative years on this fabulous Earth of ours, but Googling things has been a rather substantial part of my life thus far (also the fact that “to Google” is a legit verb beggars some attention). We do it every day. My Nan is the ultimate technophobe, not least because she is absolutely c[...]
Everybody wants to be a revolutionary these days don’t they? Yes, Mr Brand, I’m looking at you. Everybody wants to scream, “Fuck The System” without really knowing what said “system” is. Everybody wants to create a movement, but at the same time be an individual. People want exclusivity, but also for you to covet what they have. Society is très, très confused. There is no sense of be[...]