Author - Kai Nicol-Schwarz

A good old fashioned book-burning

Sunday afternoon. British summer time, 2016 Thirty miles from the nearest city, over fifty from the...

The Van As the doors to the transit are slammed shut, a gleeful cry of “you’re mine now, boys”...

Writer: I’m going to write the story of that fella in the pub telling me he was a chef for the...

The sexualisation, objectification and exploitation of women in a plethora of big industries has...

We arrived at the festival camp site around 11 AM. We were beaten there by the rest of group. They...

The weather has been really good recently. Uncharacteristically. Surprisingly. Worryingly –...

Stage 12 of the Tour de France has just been completed. A Welshman, described as a ‘Briton’ on a...

Fire and fury. Fire and fury like the world has never seen. Ironic, to hear that from Trump on...