Wednesday, 7 February 2018


When I launched Wickedland ten years ago to this day, I was in an IT room in the Fletcher Tower at DMU whilst failing my first year of university. I had scanned and uploaded some drawings and set up a blog to post them to. One of the drawings was wearing a sweater with the word ‘Wickedland’ on. I remember picking that name as the name of the blog thinking that I should just pick any word, because if I stuck at it then any word would do, and would become the rightful name. 10 years on it’s hard for me to look at that completely normal day and believe what an important part of my life ‘Wickedland’ become.

Over the last 3/4 months I’ve been gradually coming to terms with the idea of writing this post. During that time I’d been hesitating as I found it hard to pin down the exact reason for me deciding to officially bring Wickedland to an end, and I think I’ve realised it’s because it’s not that simple. I think I’ve realised that there isn’t one sole reason I want to call time on it. A lot has changed in this last 10 years.

Not many things have changed as much as social media. 10 years ago we were just starting to use Facebook. Certain social sects were using Myspace already but that was about the extent of our social media usage. Fast forward to 2018 and not only has social media changed completely along with the introduction of smart phones, but our attention spans have changed. Walking down the street we are all using Instagram and Snapchat to document moments of our lives instantly, myself included. Often these days when I pull out my phone It’s to take a picture to post to Twitter, rather than save to post on my blog later in the week. I think that’s just the way life is now.

I think that blogging itself has changed in ten years. With the advent of social media as we know it, and a number of different ways document your lifestyle, blogs about lifestyles aren’t as well read as they were years ago. People don’t follow a travel blog, they’ll follow a travel account instead. Where blogs used to be about writing and posting pieces and appealing to a specific demographic, I feel blogging is now about content curating and listicles. Blogs have become outlets for updates on music and fashion, and lifestyle blogs have been left behind.

I, myself have changed in the last 10 years. Where I used to find it easy to write articles, record podcasts and edit videos for Wickedland I don’t so much anymore. Other commitments tend to take up my time. As Wickedland was a labour of love and has always been a hobby rather than something that helps me pay my bills, it got pushed to the bottom of my to-do list too many times. I guess these are natural things when you get to my age. 

But there’s no reason that makes me want to call time more so than the fact I find it hard to write the way I want to write these days. The world has changed in the last ten years and with that culture has shifted so much. I feel we live in world where people are desperate to find new ways to be offended and even though my stance with my blog has always been that it’s a personal blog written for likeminded people, I’ve found it increasingly challenging to stay true to that and not water the content down as Wickedland grew and awareness of Wickedland grew. My blog has always been crass, opinionated and centred around cutting dark humour, it’s harder to have a blog like that these days. I find it hard to write the way I used to write when I was 10 years younger. I had different priorities, different responsibilities and different ways of articulating my views.

Since 2008 my blog became like a diary for me. Never far from my thoughts and always the place I went to talk about what had been going on, post pictures of who I’d been seeing, and what I’d been eating. The place I went to work out what I was thinking. It was a nice bonus that people enjoyed reading what a wrote. From strangers giving me the ‘W’ hand signal in the street to the real life close relationships I’ve formed with people I’ve met through writing my blog, It’s been a constant in my life for the last 10 years and I feel it’s fitting to call time on it and close the book.

To everyone who ever read my blog, shared a post, sent me pictures to add, left a comment, listened to a podcast, watched a video, bought a fanzine or stuck up a sticker, I salute you and thank you for helping me maintain this and shape Wickedland over the last decade. Thank you to everyone I ever photographed, recorded or filmed for Wickedland, the candid and the not so candid. From Birdman to Bradley Andrews. Really Wickedland was about the people on it, not just me behind the phone taking pictures.

Most of all I want to thank who I call the Wickedlanders. I guess you know if you’re a Wickedlander; one of the likeminded few who avidly followed and keenly read over the years. Wickedland was just a blog written by an opinionated 20-something year old bloke from Leicester, mainly about living in the Leicester and what that encompassed. I honestly can’t believe so many of you followed so keenly for so long, but I’m really thankful and flattered because it was completely fun to put together knowing a few people would feel as passionately as I did over what I was posting.

Hopefully somewhere down the line ‘Wickedland’ will be reincarnated and will take on the form of a new, not-yet-conceived project. I just need some time to work out exactly what that is.

Until then, goodbye!

Sunday, 11 June 2017


Yesterday myself and the Beastwang lads whipped ourselves off to Notts to play at Detonate 2017. Here's some flicks I took of the proceedings! Very wavy day indeed.

Thursday, 8 June 2017


Yooooo a couple weeks ago I visited Dubai and a few of the other Emirates. Here's some of the fun stuff I saw in my time there.

They had loads of mental snacks. Lots that come over from Asia, all the green tea KitKats and all that shit, but loads of other shit. The white Snickers wasn't illusive, neither was the peanut butter one or the hazelnut one. Just selection on deck, everywhere, all the time.

We drove through the desert to get to a resort in Ras Al Khaimah, another one of the Emirates. This camel was charging me down, had to quickly dip back in the car after the flick. We were having a discussion if a camel would hurt you, or spit on your or what. Couldn't work it out. Didn't fancy finding out, he was massive and he stunk.

I really didn't get many flicks from the resort because we were too busy chilling. No time for photos. We were all there for Tilley's work's end of season party, with a bunch of the guys I met before and some new friends. This banana boat was fucking brutal. I found out that water sports are very exhausting.

Quick flex and that

Everybody loves a lovely little drawing on a wet wipe

(or a chalkboard)

I had a coke in a bottle made of ice while I was on the beach. Pretty mental stuff. It worked ok, they had to give you another coke in a glass bottle to pour into it and drink bit by bit. kind of effort but it worked well.

All week I could not got over how coldddd the arabs with the sunglasses and the big headwraps looked. The mandem who worked outside usually went for this joint. Like foot soldiers for the boss on the final level or something. Wicked

This is about as close as I got to the Burj Khalifa. Of course the tallest building in the world. 163 floors. Do they have to make it into a needle so it's structurally sound? So it doesn't blow about too much in the wind? Kinda seens like cheating to me. I dunno. It was so massive everywhere you looked, with all the skyscrapers it really didn't look thaaaaat mentally massive. I bet if you stuck it down New Parks it would look huge.

This was the local McDonalds that was on offer. I think I've tried McDonalds in every single country I've ever been to. I'd love to have kept a more detailed record of who had what and where. I got The Chicken Mexicano, it was underwelming. So much so I didn't even get a photo of it.

So it's like 40+ degrees while I'm there and some clever clogs decided to put these black tiles down on the beachfront. Literally the hottest thing on earth.

They had these little stations where you put some coins in and you can spray suncream on yourself. That's pretty good right? All week I kept thinking that in Dubai they've got loads of things that I've never seen before that will just be everywhere in 5 years time. Lots of great ideas were commissioned all over the place.

In the background they are constructing the Dubai Eye. Of course it will become the largest ferris wheel. These camels smelt so back that even with headphones in and our eyes closed you could smells when they were coming up the beach again.

Didn't get the chance to cop a dumb beach towel, everything there is too reserved and stylish. No paintings of horses this time. Although I did see this little number that some bloke had. Weird little freak in the red there giving it some.

In the mall (Which was also mental and huge) These women were being drove round in a 'taxi'. Inside, like weaving in and out of the crowds of shoppers. The driver was absolutely chipping as well. Imagine being that rich you pay someone to drive you round the shopping centre. Wild place.



The mall is obviously such a touristy attraction and they've spent so much time making it so nice. There were loads of like displays and shit like that through out it. I knew it was big and it was way way bigger that what I thought.

One night in the club I met Cardi B. Tilley was very surprised that she got away with wearing what she wore.

We had this nice food at some beach club up by the Burj Al Arab, another massive building. This little thin pizza was so fucking divine.

MORE FOOD! Sliders from Salt, on the beach front and this pink lemonade that was so nice. Strawberry flavour. Does that still make it lemonade?

I mean Chips Ahoy Milka I can understand, but how are Dubai getting Marvellous Creations Dairy Milk bars that we in England are not? Utter disbelief over that. Very upset. It would have been a lot easier if it wasn't completely delicious also.

On one of the final days we travelled to Abu Dhabi to go see the Shiekh Zayed Grand Mosque. It was huge. With a capacity of over 40,000 it's considered to be one of the key sites for worship in the country. It's the biggest mosque in the UAE.

Copped myself the drop. Bro I swear to god (or Allah in this case) these things are sooooo comfortable. If it was me I would be wearing them all the time, nothing on underneath, let the breeze do it's work.

the inside of the building was as breathtaking as the outside. The detail in absolutely every single bit of the building was insane. It made me think about faith, and how being religious must make you feel. Like for myself as someone who has never practiced any kind of faith or religion I largely feel free, but part of me feels like I might never know a passion like how some people feel about their faith. Imagine the drive that having a faith to follow must put in you. Working so hard to create such a wonderful, beautiful place of workship purely off the back of how much you love your religion. Wild.

I'll leave you with that me and Tilley referred to as 'The Oreo'. It's actually Oreo's headquarters. That last sentence was a lie.

Thank you for reading! I'll be back soon with some more WICKEDLAND