It was about 8 AM and the train was packed. People sat there staring inertly into the small light of their smart phone screens. At the interchange people got up, crossed the platform, got into another train and went straight back to their electronic solace.

There were thousands of people packed together but the sense of loneliness was all too prevalent. But what did their glowing screens hold? Surely something of note? Something to cut through the drudgery of modern living? No. Lists. Endless, banal lists detailing pointless information. We shut ourselves underground in a metal tube, not communicating with our fellow human and all the while transfixed by computerised lists.

Talking Soup was conceived somewhere on a park bench in North London. Polish lager at £1 a can flowed liberally as always for a Tuesday evening and together we thought that all this banality of everyday life was actually quite interesting.

We believe that telling a story is just that, a story. Not a set of funny images of dogs or 25 things to do on your stag weekend. We’re not happy with the influx of click bait journalism that has saturated the web and together we hope to create a publication that puts the spotlight back on traditional long form storytelling.

Inspired by the never ending cycle of work and play that takes us from school and delivers us conveniently by the graveyard, Talking Soup aims to showcase the everyday life experience through the written word.

Enjoy Talking Soup for what it is, views served from a dirty bowl.

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