Howard Catswell in Reykjavik

Howard is a misunderstood renaissance man in the guise of a misanthropic 18 year old. He doesn’t claim to understand people, nor does he want to. Enough of painting him as some pretentious bastard masquerading as an enigmatic and engaging human being. He writes whatever rubbish comes into his head. It comes out here, mangled, twisted and shoehorned into words: http://hcatswell.blogspot.com

Volume 2, Issue 1: Thoughts on Smiles & Checkout Operation

Volume 2, Issue 1: Open Letter to a Mr. Samuel Coleridge