In the early hours, around the time of the summer solstice of 2016 the torturous drip, drip, drip of a blocked guttering woke me up from a zonked-out nightmare. I found myself contemplating the fact that for reasons unclear I was bored beyond measure. I’d previously written a couple of books of what I had … More NOTORIOUSLY NAKED FLAMES
The little green pills that tasted dreadfully bitter numbed her senses, invalidated her inhibitions, nullified tomorrows ‘it wasn’t me’ traumas. At least a would-be Eve in a dressing gown no longer had to cloak herself in The Devil’s thorny barbed coronet, yet abject boredom was the price she paid. Besides she liked disguises. Certainly, she … More EVE IN A DRESSING GOWN
“What’s your poison today Lenny?” “Well today landlord I shall be quaffing the drinking man’s ‘light and bitter’ namely that brew that is better known as a ‘Ram and Special.’ A 5 per cent alcohol cocktail of bottle and barrel that constitutes the master brewer’s art at its very finest.” “Right here’s your beer. By … More LENNY NOGGINS – LUNATIC ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT!
In the company of a pretty little thing wearing just a castrated woollen bobble hat and a ‘tip of toe’ to delicate ear lobe, front and back covering of rose bud tattoos, the unfrocked grey-haired priest as of now sporting the new season’s official FC Barcelona shirt with the name ‘Beelzebub’ printed on the back … More THE HOUSE OF RAREST PROVOCATION
On balance her preference would have been to take a giant step across time and follow her dream of playing the part of Ilsa Lund opposite Bogart’s Rick Blaine in the ‘oh so romantic’ Casablanca. Sadly, that was never to be. Not that it mattered that much, picking cotton on a plantation in the days … More STRANGE FRUIT
The Devil smokes only Rothmans. He hides his one good eye with an unwashed, gloveless palm, while an off duty, pushed rather then fallen, seraph hand feeds him majestic mackerel (against all reason shallow fried in just a dirt-poor excuse for butter) sold to her by one of the many berserk fishermen of Aberbrothock, latterly … More THE DEVIL SMOKES ONLY ROTHMANS
Back in June this year I posted the woeful tale of the evening in France when I managed to trip over a plastic waste bin and subsequently land face first on an unforgiving granite stone floor injuring my left eye in the process. I shall refrain from posting the wretched photographs of my own … More A BREAK FROM BLOGGING