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Steve Sparshott

Formerly a professional modelmaker, STEVE SPARSHOTT turned to writing after brain damage sustained in a 2003 road accident removed much of his physical function. Typing with the three middle fingers of his left hand at a blistering fifteen words per minute, he has had work printed in London literary magazine Smoke, and various academic publications have featured his design-related social criticism. He reviews films for Screenjabber.com and, because his life just isn't difficult enough, he's writing a memoir called Get Well Soon.



 Recent Work by Steve Sparshott
NONFICTION »
SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP – Part two of two
Hey audience - here's that performance you paid to see!
NONFICTION »
SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP – Part one of two
Something is spoiling live performance: The audience.
MEMOIR »
Just a Simigary
What on Earth is a simigary? Craig Ferguson knows.
HUMOR »
The Scenic Route
It's 2001, you've had enough to drink, and it's time to go home.
ARTS & CULTURE »
Addressing a Common Misconception Regarding the Impending Zombie Apocalypse
Rigorous statistical analysis of the zombie infestation suggests the odds are not stacked in your favour.
NONFICTION »
Your Life as a Dickhead
TNB's East London correspondent reports on the continuing hipster epidemic.
NONFICTION »
Englandish Spoke Here
The English language is losing its edge; it's just not as much fun as it used to be.
ESSAY »
Irony, Man
Steve Sparshott fails to define irony, but he has fun trying.
MEMOIR »
Depth Charge
A provincial public school, England, Summer 1989. A true story that never happened.
ESSAY »
Rocket Science
In 1969, some men flew to the moon. It was quite an undertaking.
MEMOIR »
Snap
Dear 1994: We had a lovely day, thank you. Steve, Karl, Sarah, Martin, Chris, Tom, Rachel and Louise.
ESSAY »
Access Small Areas
London's urban planners should get their act together, before Steve gets killed.
APPRECIATION »
Enid from the Block
Steve introduces some faces from his neighbourhood.
MEMOIR »
Last Train
One night in 1998, Steve Sparshott, drunk and cold on a shabby bridge over the River Thames, met some people and did a good thing.
 
   
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