On my new meandering path to wellness I’ve decided to tackle my diet. Now it’s not that dreadful to be honest, if zero was a fast food munching coke gulping fatberg of a diet and ten was a macrobiotic pulse laden organic fest then I’d be a five or maybe a six, but there is … More Food. Tuesday August 2nd.
It’s the beginning of a new month & change is in the air. My son heads off early morning to Edinburgh, he will be away until September with his show at the Fringe Festival. I watch him head up the road weighed down with bags and as he disappears around the corner I send with … More 100 steps back 1000 forward. August 1st.
Second day of taking vitamins & supplements, no changes yet, maybe it will take another day or two? Went ‘Up West’ to see the show Jerusalem with my Son in the evening. I’ve seen a version of this show once before, with my Son in the lead when he was at Uni. He was fucking … More Showtime. Thursday July 21st
This writing a journal business isn’t going so well. Like those distant school reports of mine from long ago, it’s a case of easily distracted, could do better. The point of me writing a journal was that if I set myself the task of writing each day then this would necessitate me actually doing something … More Off my Trolley. Tuesday 19th July
I need to exercise my muscles before they all cease up from lack of use. This I’ve decided includes my brain, which though technically not a muscle I figure is a muscle like thing. I am going to make sure I write something everyday as a cerebral workout – a regular diary with day to … More The Amerikins – Sunday July 10th
My new relation found through a DNA website has constructed a family tree which in turn has had me ruminating on my forebears, or at least some of them. My Grandad Harry died when I was very young, my recollections of him are sparse & would fit on the back of a postcard ( a … More Harry Boyer
Good looks once possessed are now depleting
For the beauty of youth ’tis no more than fleeting … More A Rhyme in Time
With my ever advancing years there are few things that I find more satisfying in life these days than a darned good rant. Now in my book a rant is an invective filled tirade of a thing, replete with expletives and language from the gutter, it should go on for an extended period and inculcate … More Rant
So here I am sheltering under some scaffolding in Covent Garden trying to avoid the pissy rain. It has already turned the dapper gent that I imagined myself to be when I set out earlier in the morning into a bedraggled soggy mess. Next to me in a fire exit doorway sits a homeless chap … More Have I got news for you.
Akka Mahadev, 12th Century Karnatakan Poet, who went around naked. Clothes she felt were aesthetically unnecessary. I like the sound of her & was also rather struck by her idea that every woman is a poem. Here’s one slightly silly rhyme I’ve knocked up. with apologies to Mahadevi. The March of time wears down hard … More Women are Poems.