Douglas Bastard's Rants of Rage

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Joining a gym

I’ve joined a gym. The doctor says I have high cholesterol and I feel, in my own pale, repellent skin as though I resemble a large pot of lard onto which someone has stuck goggly […]

Jul, 03

Hope and Jeremy Corbyn

If you want to know about hope, ask someone who has lived without it. Ask someone whose hope slowly fell away until they were lying, inanimate in bed, unable to see the point even in […]

Jun, 09

Depression and Air Ace Picture Library: an unlikely unity

I love comics and, I hope, always will. Someone who learns to sneer at what they once loved with a child’s certainty is a vile human being with no place anywhere near me. On Saturdays, […]

Jun, 06

Manchester: a personal reflection

A friend died in the July 7 bombings. She wasn’t a close friend, but we had lunch on occasion, spoke on the phone and she came to my wedding, giving me and my then wife […]

May, 23

Hating beige (and Theresa May)

How do you hate beige? I mean, it’s just a bland colour, the kind of thing you’d paint the toilet or that small room under the stairs, surrendering to a brief lapse in imagination and […]

May, 20

Imagination

I was lucky as a kid. I was bored a lot of the time. Growing up as an only child meant that I had nobody to spar against and having parents who deemed time well […]

May, 08

Sex

Kingsley Amis said that his waning sex drive came as a relief, as when it flowed in full spate, it was like being fettered to an idiot. I don’t quite have lengthening years to thank, […]

Apr, 24

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