wanderer, wonderer, wannabe writer
Back in a land of palm trees and beaches I return to the life of a bum in the sun. My skin turns a shade browner as one day folds into another until my hide becomes camouflaged & blends in with the scenery and I imagine myself a part of it. My body follows the … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man. Chapter 17
New tales beckon from the year to come Lay the old days to rest with the year end sun laughter and memories remembered reveries A candle lit and a glass or two raised To old friends lost or simply mislaid Lets meet one day and recount our tales Of madcap adventures and lost holy grails … More N.Y.E
Here I am back in London, Willesden Green a mile or so north of my old home in Ladbroke Grove, I am staying with my sister who lets me use her spare room whilst I am in Town. After the best part of a year away the first few days are about catching up with … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man. Chapter 16
Down the stairs I go, it’s morning & that means coffee, into the kitchen, there in the sink is a pile of washing up. Bollocks. Never mind, there’s always the dishwasher I open it to find it full. Double bollocks. O.K.calm down Boyer there you go with your first world problems, forget about it, … More Dishwasher Displacement Theory
The thing about being ill & in turn being treated for those maladies in hospitals is that you have to surrender any semblance of dignity the moment you enter the portals of any given medical facility. … More Laughter with Grace
’s now one month and four days since my hip replacement and I am delighted to report that I am now able to poop sitting down for the first time in a year. … More POP. ( Post Operative Papa )
Its only in the last few years that I’ve begun to enjoy poetry, as a youngster it never really resonated with me, but time changes all things even my appreciation of poetry. More than anything else I found that poetry made me think and question and sometimes to imagine that I might even understand just … More Poetry
Tuesday morning, the phone goes at eight thirty – the Hospital: Mr Boyer you are due in for your hip replacement at 12.30 today, can you come in early? Um………. Yes, when were you thinking I ask………. Can you come now they say. Oh bollocks, I’d been psyching myself up for my midday appointment, … More The day I became a Hipster
Fast asleep in my tent at 3.36 a.m. on an August morning I am violently woken, in the pitch black darkness everything is shaking, bed, tent, the lamp crashes from the beside table, consciousness begins to kick in what the fuck is happening? At first I think of a wild boar, maybe one of the … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man. Chapter 15
Landing at Fiumicino the first thing my man brain registers – bright fluorescent lights of the airport shopping mall, glitzy designer clothing stores, then the sight of women in heels, the rhythmic clacking of those same heels on polished marble floors – six months spent by the beach in Asia meant that invariably the women … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man. Chapter 14
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