Best British Horror 2015


Containing my story Shaddertown, this volume in Salt’s acclaimed series is available to purchase now from Amazon.

But think of George thirty years younger at the Twisted Wheel, dressed to the nines in blazer and brogues while she was always at sixes and sevens over what to wear. His hair scraped back with the ubiquitous back-pocket comb. The Oxford trousers and sports vests. The smell of sweat and Brut. The amphetamines; the jaw grinding. Juicy Fruit and Doublemint. He moved so hard and fast on the dance floor she was scared sometimes that he might break. The heat and the smoke in that place grew so thick that it condensed on the ceiling and returned as a light yellow rain.

Words and Music

I listen to music when I write. I can’t write in silence, a) because I find the quiet just as distracting as random noise, and b) because it doesn’t exist. Certainly not in a house filled with three roaring boys and a chatty cat. It doesn’t exist today; the neighbours are having their garden landscaped (concrete mixer, angle grinder, Radio One). Some years ago I invested in a pair of noise-cancelling headphones to combat the headaches I was getting from a series of trans-Atlantic flights.

I can’t listen to music with lyrics, though. One minute you’re typing merrily away, the next you’re thinking ‘what the hell is a sanhedralyte*?’. So my diet pretty much consists of classical music, dark ambient, or soundtracks. Over the coming days, as I try to bend the WIP to my will, I’ll be listing some of my favourites†. I’ll also be providing a word count for the day in the hope it spurs me to break the back of the novel this month.

There will be no order of preference. Here’s today’s choice:

Batman Begins (Hans Zimmer & James Newton)

Downbeat, muscular, achingly beautiful.

Standout track: Lasiurus

* Ask Simon le Bon. I bet he doesn’t know either.

† Not a displacement activity. Nope. Uh-huh. Honest.

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