I suppose it always had to come to this.
Four years (and change) of doctoral research was always going to leave something of a creative hangover when it finally came to an end.
Consider this a playful attempt, of sorts, at a hangover cure. The hair of the dog that bit me, if you will.
As both a long-standing, Liverpool-based bartender and a newly-appointed doctor in philosophy, the material on offer here will be as eclectic and erratic as a bar-room conversation at last orders. Be it Borges or Batman, Converse or craft beer; the aim here is, quite simply, to hold myself accountable and stay productive.
Those who allow me this one, small, self-indulgence (and ignore several others) will find within these pages a mash-up of mostly-lucid musings and miscellanies. Best considered as something of a digital sketchbook, I offer nothing more here than an irreverent index of non-sequiturs and semi-intellectual ramblings, serving no greater purpose than to keep things loose, so to speak.
Carlos Fuentes once said that writing is a struggle against silence. With that in mind, please enjoy my heartfelt attempts to make some noise.
More on the punchdrunkphd to follow.