Matthew Sheret

The Pub at The End Of The World can be read here.

In fragments, The Pub at The End Of The World has existed for a little while now. It’s a short piece waiting to a long piece to coalesce around it, along with a few other snippets and ideas, and the shape it might end up in is a long way off from complete. There is a notebook.

At any rate, the story is an immediate response to my early 2008 fascination with my feelings towards Shoreditch, mixed as they are, and a photo I took of The Ten Bells one Sunday in January. It’s a beautiful pub, a wonderful setting for something dark and apocalyptic, so wonderful in fact that I’ve been beaten to it. Freakangels, by Warren Ellis and Paul Duffield, is part set above it. That came out in February. Daniel Merlin Goodbrey’s The Last Sane Cowboy and other stories starts with a short story set in there too, and has been around a little while now.

(As an aside, LSC I picked up at Bristol Con this year, but only got around to reading it yesterday. It’s surreal and at times totally beautiful, thoroughly recommended)

Bastards one and all.

I only realised while typing it up how much The Nu-Rave Vagrant demanded an appearance, so those few lines are the newest in a collection of fragments around six months old.