Mark Piggott is the author of two novels, “Out of Office” and “Fire Horses”, published by Legend Press, London. Magazines to have published his short stories and creative non-fiction include Aesthetica, Prole Books, Pulp Books and 3:AM.
Now a staff reporter for the IB Times he’s had major features in the Times, Guardian, Independent, Mail, Express, Sunday Express, Telegraph, Observer and more. He has appeared on TV and radio and lectures in creative writing and journalism. Read his "Suffolkating" column at the Huffington Post.
|Posted on April 18, 2014 at 1:25 PM|
What a week: what weeks... Working at the IB Times so much now (even today, albeit from home) there seems little point in providing a round-up of 32nd floor shenanigans, so if you want to see what I've been working on TAKE A LOOK HERE.
I'm spending so much time (and money) on trains that I'm finally catching up on some reading. In recent weeks I've...Read Full Post »
|Posted on April 11, 2014 at 4:55 AM|
For the last few months I’ve been a reporter at the IB Times, which from its London HQ on the 32nd floor seems to be going from strength to strength. Now the IB Times has purchased Newsweek and wants to publish longer, more in-depth features on issues of the day, so I was delighted to be asked to write an investigation into the thorny issue of sectarianism in Scotland ahead of the referendum on 18 September. Here’s the ...Read Full Post »
|Posted on March 25, 2014 at 11:40 AM|
|Posted on March 19, 2014 at 12:55 PM|
"Ever met a nice Scotsman? Me neither. I mean Armando Iannucci, Lou Macari and Wattie out of Exploited (get well soon) seem okay, though I wouldn't want to live next door to any of them, but the rest? Buckfast-slurping, sheep-stomach-scoffing, heart-attack-having, currency-stealing cry-babies.
I jest, of course. I wouldn't mind having Armando, Lou, Wattie or indeed most other Scots folk living next door. In fact - that'...Read Full Post »
|Posted on March 17, 2014 at 8:25 PM|
|Posted on March 10, 2014 at 9:55 AM|
"As Christmas approaches all I seem to do is shuttle between house and station in the dark, rain, sleet and dead badgers on the windscreen, huddling in the cold at Newmarket station (the most foul, loathsome train station in the multiverse) or if there are no trains drive to Cambridge for the early London shuttle. I never even see the green fields and woodlands around our new home, let alone visit any country pubs. I never have time to even s...Read Full Post »
|Posted on March 10, 2014 at 9:15 AM|
|Posted on March 3, 2014 at 5:50 AM|
|Posted on February 28, 2014 at 8:35 AM|
"It's almost Christmas: the kids rehearse for the school nativity, the Christmas tree has been
extracted from its tatty box, the living-room walls are festooned with
cards from those lucky souls to whom we remembered to give our new
address (the woman with whom we house-swapped hasn't forwarded mail,
though we kindly sent on all her bailiff's letters, summonses and unpaid
Having received a card from the middle-aged couple a few doors along,...
|Posted on February 22, 2014 at 5:50 AM|
"...Sean's spots are healing, Emma making friends; Lynda is working in London today. The house is
"coming together" (as in, it's no longer falling apart). The roof of the
summerhouse is secured with tarp and screws. There's nothing useful I
can do alone. Nothing for it: I must write.
My biggest concern about leaving London was whether I'd find the ambient energy I needed to write surrounded by these verdant greens and mixy-addled rabbits. Regardles...