Archive - THE KUREISHI CHRONICLES

... & HOW I LOVED YOU

A carousel of the past, a gift of reminiscence

6 hrs ago •

FULL OF SCORPIONS IS MY MIND

The day might be beautiful, but the night is ugly—a new terror, inhabited by evil spirits, phantoms, corpses, the worst of man’s imaginings.

Jun 7 •

May 2025

SPRING WRITING COMPETITION - WINNERS

May 31 •

A PIECE OF PAPER FROM CITY HALL

For me, marriage is what religion is to other people: something you believe in because it makes no sense.

May 24 •

Britain is a septic island of complaint, a rancid, rotting, pathologised husk of whinging and griping.

May 17 •

THERE IS NO REAL LIFE WITH HIM

A lot of people dislike sex, with good reason; it can be an awkward, even repulsive business if you ask me.

May 10 •

THIS CHURN OF HELPERS

It has become clear that taking care of yourself is an act of selflessness, or even altruism.

May 3 •

April 2025

March 2025

My sole ambition is to walk the relatively short distance to Gail's at the end of my street, where I intend to order an oat cappuccino and a cheese…

Mar 29 •

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