Harry Boyer

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

Women are Poems.

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.

N.Y.E

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

Magical Rain

And then comes rain says Elisa, magical rain.  As I read her post on FB and look at the picture that accompanies it I can’t help speaking out loud:  Try London in February, you’d not be thinking magical at fucking all, there’s buckets of the bloody stuff teeming down day after day, there’s no magic … More Magical Rain

Satnite

Saturday night London, what will it hold this City of more than seven million souls on this first evening of reimposed lockdown?  Taxi’s here shouts Sam, I am the last out of the house & into the taxi,  it’s a nine mile journey from a North London house into Town, we are all in masks … More Satnite

The Faraway Teeth

Let me tell you this Covid 19 business can take away a mans smile – it’s certainly done for mine. I shall elucidate, but firstly let me say that I know some people out there are really struggling as the pandemic plays out across the World & my issues, well they are in essence no … More The Faraway Teeth

By Moonlight

It comes as a surprise to  me that once again I have Boris Johnson to thank for something. This time an October evening looking out from a garret room over the rooftops of North London. I never really imagined thanking him for anything at all, but its not the first time, that zip wire fiasco … More By Moonlight

Island to Island

Six months spent on the Island of Tenerife comes to an end unreasonably quickly, no sooner did it feel that I arrived  than I am leaving again.  The reason I came was to escape Covid by getting far away from London and parking my fat ass on an Island in the Sun, one full of … More Island to Island