Irvine Welsh’s chosen life
The Trainspotting author on death, decay and the good life
Peaceable Land
Not an island. Junior commissioning editor at the New Statesman. Peaceable Land every Sunday morning.
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The biography drought
Where'd all the great people go?
Diaries of literary ambition, July
A new job, the radio, and an uneven performance
Football is a losing game
We stayed up to the dreaming hours and found ourselves dreaming anyway
Continual whaling
On grand old ships
Our Canterbury Tale: A Pilgrimage
We walked 100 miles
How to read hard shit
Tips picked up along the way
One hundred and one nights
I’m out in lovely Belfast folks which to me smells like Pear’s soap at the sink and wheaten bread in the toaster.
Beautiful and courageous writing
What means everything
From source
Scenes of Clerical Life and Eliot's diaries
Inward turns
“We live by admiration, hope and love.” William Wordsworth and a phrase I have of late kept near.