Andy Hawthorne

Official website of a mostly harmless malfunctioning writer.

This is Clarence Pier. Nobody knows why. It opened in 1961 and hasn’t changed expression since. The top floor is...

There was a ballad who knew things, Things that made it quite wise, It knew that the truth often stings,...

Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, and witness the marvel of modern mediocrity: the failed blog post! Yes, you too...

Let us begin, readers, with the most important thing a blog post needs: words. Without words, a blog post is...

Here’s how the Chambers English dictionary defines a blog… “A document containing personal observations, often in the form of a...

This is a photo of nowhere in particular in St Ives, Cornwall. Which is the point. In the 1970s, a...

Welcome, readers, to the pixelated playground of my photography! Here, I point my camera at places and spaces—sometimes empty, sometimes...

Here’s five reasons to eat snacks while writing… The Biscuit Break Brainstorm Before you write a single word, fetch a...

Somewhere between Newport and Sandown, soaked to the skin and starting to squelch due to the persistent rain, I found...

Yesterday, I walked 12.5 miles in the sun. And the wind. It was the kind of wind that undoes your...

We were sitting quietly on a bus to Yarmouth, Isle of Wight, when he got on. The Expert. He took...

DEAR READER, I AM WRITING THIS IN THE HOPES THAT YOU WILL UNDERSTAND THE PLIGHT OF A MAN WHOSE BRAIN...

Dear First Draft, It’s not you, it’s me. Well, actually, it’s mostly you. Let’s be honest — you’re a bit...

We were strolling between Sandown and Shanklin on the Isle of Wight. The weather was glorious — sunny, warm, with...

Lots of people have dreams. And plenty have nightmares. Nothing unusual there. I have nightmares. Loud, visually vivid devils that...