The Monstrous Economy: PhD Thesis Extract

Earlier this year I was awarded a PhD in Cultural History from the University of Portsmouth. My PhD research examined middle-class guilt as a motivation for the creation, and promotion of monster stereotypes for socially outcast 'others' in Britain during the nineteenth century. I've created an abridged version here, but if you'd like to read the full thesis, get in touch.

Gigs and Recording news

This month I've been on a mini Northern Irish tour. It's been fantastic to be back home playing gigs with Edelle McMahon, a songwriter and seasoned performed whom I really admire. Edelle and I will be playing more N.I dates as the Dark Ballantines in the very near future. Our first gig was at 20:20 …

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Conference Review: The Fabled Coast: Coastal and Maritime Folklore, Superstitions and Customs.

This post was originally published on the Supernatural Cities website.  Held over 27th & 28th April 2019, the Fabled Coast conference was a multi-centre event celebrating “the unfathomable deep” and its rich, global history of myths and legends. Organised by the Sussex Centre for Fairy Tales, Fantasy, and Speculative Fiction at the University of Chichester, the first day of …

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Everyday Synaesthesia: Podcasts, coping, & lilacs.

For an archive of my synaesthesia related posts see my blog Everyday Synaesthesia.  On podcasts, coping, and lilacs.  I haven't posted on Everday Synaesthesia in a while, I suppose because I've been busy with my PhD. Also, because I went through a phase there of being a bit embarrassed to talk about my synaesthesia stuff. …

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New Fiction: The Ravine

Here's story number 38 on my Tales of Fiction blog. I wrote a slightly shorter version of this for T'articulation's first fanzine back in the Spring. Hope you enjoy! ********************************************************************************* The Faurians clustered around me in the near total darkness, their damp fur bristling with voices. I was their translator. They spoke only in movement, …

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