I wake up in that zone where you aren’t sure if you are dreaming or if its real, my GPS fires up, the brain engages and I begin to find my bearings. I can hear a crashing sound, then I realise, it’s waves breaking on the beach. Then I remember the period between my last … More
In the entrance Hall of the Natural History Museum in London the first exhibit that you see is the skeleton of Diplodocus, a giant of an animal that grew to 35m long, weighed 15 tonnes and that was in his heyday to be found munching his way through a veggie diet in the mid western … More A bunch of old Bones.
Believe me I am trying, to embrace change and new directions, to carve out a different life, but sometimes I just get really pissed off and need a good rant, today is one of those days. It started that way after I read one of those self helpy new age nurture web pages. The section … More Gardening & Economy Coach travel
“Fuck You Poem #45 Fuck you in slang and conventional English. Fuck you in lost and neglected lingoes. Fuck you hungry and sated; faded, pock marked, and defaced. Fuck you with orange rind, fennel and anchovy paste. Fuck you with rosemary and thyme, and fried green olives on the side. Fuck you humidly and … More F*ck you poetically.
I am in Covent Garden, a pub, The Lamb and Flag, one of those woody, beery old fashioned English pubs that are now rather rare, I am catching up with an old friend, we are joined by her friend, a chap I’ve not met before,lets call him Bill. Over drinks we chatter away the conversation … More Man with a Gun.
