I write, as you may have discovered, radical philosophy. My work, which you can find an overview of work here, has been widely read, deeply loved and viscerally detested, and it has been generously endorsed by some of our culture’s greatest trouble-makers.
I also love, and endeavour to write, outsider literature — fiction and non-fiction. By ‘outside’ I mean outside of civilisation and the false self that made it. I don’t reject everything within the history of civilisation, which would be silly, but I do believe that, ten thousand years ago, man (and I do mean man) made a catastrophic wrong turn into self.
Life-wise, I have worked—in Russian cement factories, Spanish anarchist squats, Japanese high schools, Qatari military schools, Sudanese oil companies and Saudi shit-holes—and I have groomed horses, impersonated priests and sold shrunken heads—but it’s in avoiding work, for twenty five years, that I have really succeeded.
You can write to me at the email address here, on the drawing of me. Please tell me a bit about yourself, because it’s nice to feel that you are talking to a flesh-and-blood person and not a disembodied virtual brain machine-gunning questions—but don’t worry if you would prefer just to write a few lines of anonymous abuse, because that too I will warmly welcome into my innermost.
If you want to invite me on to a podcast, please do, but I don’t do many.
There’s also a mailing list pop up at the top of these pages (which you can dismiss). If you put your address there you’ll get very occasional news updates of my doings and froings. It’s a good idea to do so if you like my stuff because I don’t have any other way of making announcements, apart from a thinly attended Twitter account, and if something does emerge that might interest you, you’ll not hear of it any other way. I won’t put your name on the mailing list if you just write to me though.
I also co-wrote (with the inimitable William Barker) and designed Belly Up!an absurd and satirical adult comic and teevee show called Fired, a black comedy about working yourself to death. This is one of the best things I’ve done but I’ve found it impossible to get it made, so I’m turning it into an epic novel.
I also have published two novel, the first called Drowning is Fine, is a tragi-comic coming of age tale about crap sex, desperate penury and ecstatic erotic revolution in shitty South London. The second, Fired, is a mind-blowing burlesque epic about two brothers making their way down through seven levels of urban hell, to an uncanny underworld of strange delight.