I really like action films. Specifically, I really like very silly action films with absurd premises and outlandish heroes, like the one starring Nicholas Cage about the demon that escapes from hell to haunt evildoers on his flaming motorcycle. Or the one with Christian Bale leading a band of ragged survivors in a postapocalyptic wasteland … Continue reading
Tag Archives: fear
Night (Bus) Terrors: The Fear Rides Again
There are two things that without exception will throw me into a state of near panic. The first is being caught outside my home or workplace without keys, credentials, a means of communication, or money (and on one memorable occasion, without shoes.) The second is being far from home without a clear idea of the … Continue reading
Night Terrors
As you would expect of a young person at the weekend in a thriving metropolitan city like London, last night I was out with some friends. And then, we got to 11 PM and the little dance started. The dance of “When do I need to leave here so I don’t end up stranded in … Continue reading
The Emergency Fund!
It was late at night. At the last minute I decided to go home instead of going out dancing with my friends. I hightailed it to a bus stop, but no bus arrived for quite a long time, long after the next three scheduled times. I gritted my teeth and hailed a taxi. On getting … Continue reading
Posh (the play)
After a truly indulgent day attending ‘Off the Shelf at Black’s’, a writing workshop at Black’s members club (for more upon which, stay tuned), I traipsed off to ‘Posh’ at the Duke of York’s Theatre. During the interval I remarked to a friend that it was a bit like the first half of ‘She Stoops … Continue reading
The Day the Ravers Came
There’s an empty laboratory across the street from my house. I like to call it abandoned, but it isn’t really–it’s just been vacant since the Middlesex Hospital was destroyed. I’ve seen workmen in there doing industrious things from time to time, so it can’t really be called abandoned. But it’s empty enough. Enough for a … Continue reading
Help of a Sort
I failed her. As I was walking to work this morning, as usual rushing because I’d left at the very last possible minute, I passed a woman in the street. I saw her long before she reached me–shortish build, short hair, disheveled, walking in a line that was not precisely straight. But the most noticeable … Continue reading
Sewing Red
Late Friday night I found myself with a handful of red fabric in my hands, swearing under my breath and sewing furiously. I’d agreed (under a tiny amount of duress) to perform at the final Saqarah hafla in its monthly format. (There will be more Saqarah, just not monthly.) The performance was the following night, … Continue reading
The Emporer’s Old Tricks
Have you ever seen someone looking at you, and you just know they’re picturing what’s under your clothes? I read a story in my local paper the other day that galvanized me into action. I sent the following message to the Daily Show: Tampa International Airport is installing new body scanners that CAN SEE THROUGH … Continue reading
In a Merry Hour: Caitlin E McDonald 