About Jervis
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Entries by Jervis
Looking for George Orwell in Henley
August 14, 2023 /0 Comments/in henley, orwell, uk /by JervisHow Not to Drink Rakia
August 2, 2023 /0 Comments/in bulgaria, food & drink, rakia /by JervisSupporting a Lower League Football Club
February 7, 2023 /0 Comments/in rotherham, sport, uk /by JervisA British Cup of Tea
February 3, 2023 /0 Comments/in food & drink, tea, uk /by JervisSofia Drabbles
February 1, 2022 /0 Comments/in blogging, bulgaria, writing /by JervisI’ve been living in Sofia since June 2018. It’s a fascinating city at a fascinating time but it’s neglected – I doubt most people could place Bulgaria on a map and there’s very little written about it, even less that’s written well. Therefore, I thought I’d have a crack at it. I don’t know when […]
Where’s the design stuff gone?
June 10, 2018 /0 Comments/in design, update, writing /by JervisMarket forces. I haven’t done any commercial design work for about eighteen months – it’s all been business writing and teaching. I thought I’d make the transition official so I’ve updated the website accordingly. Nevertheless, if you’d like to look at my old design portfolio you can find it here.
Ghost Blogging
January 17, 2017 /in blogging, recruitment, writing /by JervisA selection of recruitment themed posts…
Another Q&A for Faber & Faber
March 29, 2016 /in fiction, tips, writing /by JervisI took part in a few more live chats recently for students on Faber & Faber’s online writing courses. Just like the chats in November, The Professional Writing Academy very kindly tidied up my answers and put them together into a blog post.
Falmouth Rowdy Dickhead Night Bingo!
March 10, 2016 /0 Comments/in design, falmouth, writing /by JervisThursday night in Falmouth is Rowdy Dickhead Night. I don’t know why it should be a Thursday, I just know that it gets LOUD.
I used to live in a flat on the main street that overlooked the route between the pubs in the centre of town and a bar that has a licence until 3am. It was a typically narrow Cornish street which meant all the noise was directed upwards and, as the building I lived in was listed, there was no double-glazing to block out the noise. If I didn’t get to sleep before 11pm I was awake until about 3.30am when I’d get about an hour or so before the delivery vans for the shops and restaurants started thundering through town.
I did this on a night that I failed to get to sleep in time. I thought I might as well do something productive instead of laying there swearing and imagining what might happen if I had a crossbow…