OUT OF THE MOONLIT BLUE

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

CANCELLED APPOINTMENT

False hugs and latent promises, a precursor to love? Maybe hate? She could never decide.  Yet here, in this glorified candlelit pigpen, immune from sirens, horns and streetwise revelry, the old guard are at play. Leaning on the bar, dressed to the gaudy nines (dressed to the gaudy nines to blend in, no other reason) … More CANCELLED APPOINTMENT

A DISGRACE

  My doctor is a Muslim my dentist is as well as is the man running the corner shop who cares for his clientele   The bloke next door he’s one too his missus gives us dishes traditional Bangladesh cuisine gifted to us with her best wishes   He also owns a restaurant he serves … More A DISGRACE

‘HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND, I’VE COME TO….TELL HER SHE’S GOT A SUBLIME REAR END’ as PAUL SIMON STRUGGLES WITH LYRICIST’S BLOCK!

New York City, 1964: Paul Simon is home alone trying without success to pen the lyric for the song, ‘The Sound of Silence’. You see poor Paul is suffering from lyricist’s block. At this juncture he plainly has no conception of the fact that one day ‘The Sound of Silence’ will be one of the … More ‘HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND, I’VE COME TO….TELL HER SHE’S GOT A SUBLIME REAR END’ as PAUL SIMON STRUGGLES WITH LYRICIST’S BLOCK!