An aging old fool devoid of common sense and incapable of changing a light bulb. A ‘lefty’ at heart; an atheist by nature; I have no desire to be taken seriously! Certain quotes seem to sum me up I think! 'If its got a face I don't eat it!' - Paul McCartney 'Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?' - Douglas Adams (1952-2001) 'I almost cared' - No recollection of who said this! 'Man created God in his own image' - as above. 'UKIP if you want to; I'm staying awake' - one of mine!
Above: SHIRL’S CAFÉ & TABAC I’ll not be blogging for a couple of weeks or so. You see, having been forced by irksome airborne germs to cancel our usual lengthy summer sojourn across La Manche to a better place, crazy woman Shirl concluded we needed a break, a holiday of sorts. Spending good money on … More AN INSIDE OUT ESCAPE FROM LOCKDOWN
When I last closed my drowsy eyes it was to the accompaniment of an apt, from my biased point of view, cryptic song. The song was new to me, yet notwithstanding my poor state of being, I fell in love with it at once. Its title? ‘Fly Me to the Moon’ sung originally, I was … More THE REBIRTH OF THE BLUE-EYED CAT
Before, in the putative asylum of her bedroom whether alone or in the company of lovers the one of curious Grecian genesis would always keep alight the loose hanging shade-less bulb As a vocal self-proclaimed freethinker those who understood these things thought this her greatest contradiction The ignorance of brawn afforded him an ability to … More CARDBOARD CITY
During the occupation of Paris the actress Arletty had a relationship with Hans Jürgen Soehring, a Luftwaffe officer, and gave the famous riposte to a member of the French Forces of the Interior interrogating her after the Liberation: ‘My heart is French, but my ass is international’ It seems that the French authorities had Ms … More THE SNOW WHITE TIGRESS by Mike Steeden
DAZED VIOLET EYES Memories flung into a harvest time bonfire, an immaculate enforcement of shameless remorse Reconciliation is but transparent breathing space, twixt hostilities estranged lovers endorse The waning moon, her closest confidant, the ubiquitous sun her silent nemesis On a ‘seen better day’s’ hopeless mattress, she favours his sex, not his kiss The albino … More DAZED VIOLET EYES
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What does a musician do when the virus has caused the market to be as good as dead? In my case it’s about thinking of other ways of using my music in a way that has a purpose. In this case a marketing purpose – a promo video with backing…
When valued time began: In the beginning belching volcanos were run of the mill, exceptionally large, boiling puddles dotted all over the place counted the days until their purpose revealed itself and, importantly, there was nought to kiss and cuddle. Perhaps worst of all, a comprehensive lack of consciousness for without it nothing existed. She … More THE GENISIS OF TWO SHORT PLANKS
Happy days were here again. Almost. On her way to the shrine of plaudits, she paused. Quizzical thoughts and salty tears of long-lost joy. The sign that had caught her eye, she the one who made daisy chains for death row convicts and homemade chewing gum for the toothless ancients, read, ‘Henceforth and forthwith providing … More ‘I FOUND THIS ON MARCH 9’
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‘Remember how we used to fly away sometimes’ – a line from Geetha’s new song Artwork by Duy Huynh Once more I’ve had the privilege of working with Geetha Prod’hom, the talented lady of more artistic skills and genres than I could ever count, per my product, POETRY TO SONG…
Grey granite stone, the great doddery wall towering over little since Roman times, knocked together long, long ago by the one-time burghers of South Rie…South Rie, the pre-spruced up tribal name of a latter day nouveau riche county. Over time ‘granite’ had seen Roundheads and Cavaliers playing the game called ‘revolution’, Luftwaffe bombers above, ‘up … More OUT OF THE MOONLIT BLUE
