by Steve Pottinger to any one of us. It’s a grey morning, calm. December. We are in town killing time, maybe meeting friends, something other than our... Continue reading
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Talking with Mr Strummer about the nature of the world by Steve Pottinger “They’d send a limousine anyway…” – The Clash You were right, Joe.More right than... Continue reading
A Beginner’s Guide to 4-D Chess by Steve Pottinger, with image above by Martin Rowson Play the man, and not the ball.Sneer about 2019, the impotenceof protest.... Continue reading
Euro 2024 by Steve Pottinger the bees dropping into the poppies in my gardendo not care that Saka’s scored a screamerthat the mood in the Red Lion... Continue reading
the columnists’ hypotheticals by Steve Pottinger what if doormats were suddenly sentient?what if elephants nested in trees?what if your gran was a Toblerone?what if locomotives had knees?... Continue reading
should an agency cleaner in the basement of the British Museum find in some forgotten room an old earthenware lamp and choose to rub it, rub it... Continue reading
Darkening by Steve Pottinger for george under a darkening skywe sit round a log fireout there cities are burningthe planet is burning and i can’t breathe out... Continue reading
Glass collector by Steve Pottinger Let us sing of the mouse-quiet collectorof glasses, clearer of plates, wiper of tables, he who returns sauce bottles to their allotted... Continue reading