I have to say a big thank you to my youngest son, George Blamey-Steeden. I had asked him if he could put something together in regard to my new book, ‘The Outrageous Miss April Fool’. I handed over a few pertinent words re-my story and with that in mind, he’s designed this short Vineo video … More THE OUTRAGEOUS APRIL’S REASON TO BREATHE
15 months after I put pen to ink and at last the new book, ‘The Outrageous Miss April Fool’ is born. On the way it didn’t help that Rosie the gypsy dog ‘bitch’…sometimes worthy of that non-canine definition…decided to ‘bark’ many a long hour. Oh, how I wish I could speak the ‘bark’ language. I’d … More THE OUTRAGEOUS MISS APRIL FOOL
In the sizzling humidity that only the rainforest knows, a coverlet of brazen shadows hold sway. Albeit a pain in natures arse, here and there, scintillant chinks where razor sharp blades of sunlight cleave their way ever forward attempting to invade the battlefields canopy. Nearby, a peacock hoots, parakeets screech and in the far distant … More MAN IN ABSTRACT
In the Highlands, half a mile away from Big Fat John’s hole in the wall was the land of whisky and haggis, a paradise by any other name that outshined the time-honoured ‘milk and honey’ Garden of Eden. Big Fat John’s purpose in life was to talk with the wild flowers…millions and millions of them. … More THE WILD, WILD FLOWERS OF SCOTLAND
There is a certain futility when ensconced in an idyllic, yet ever so tedious Nirvana only to be consumed with wanderlust. A contradiction? I think not. Whatever, Nirvana was not for her, this she already knew, or thought she knew, all too well. Moreover, and in her heart of hearts she was well aware, having … More SERPENT’S BOULEVARD
Above, the one-eyed girl before the accident. Artist unknown. The one-eyed girl of almost fatal disasters had spent the entire morning wondering why blokes…for the main part…prefer revolvers and rifles over the humble hand-grenade. By lunchtime, she’d given up pondering, saying to herself, “What do I know,” for the time had come for scoffing yesterday’s … More HARRY AND HIS GIRLS
Mad Harry’s Compassionate Nurse The girl with the pierced everything queerly shunned any bloodline tattoo kith and kin. A monogamist she was in that regard. Whether her judgement in respect of the aforementioned was one of beautification or mutilation, a fetish perhaps or maybe that she just subscribed to the cult of aesthetics she had … More MAD HARRY & THE NURSE WITH THE PIERCINGS
Above, dear Hélène at work Amélie was a good sortat least I thought so until that daythe old cow locked me in the cellarof her Parisian bordello and threw the key away My crime? I didn’t cough upthe fee after the eventa caddish trick I realize nowyet my francs I’d long since spent spent them … More SHE LOCKED ME IN THE CELLAR!
Photo by Man Ray A SCRAPBOOK OF STOLEN MEMORIES In the chilly dark hourswhispering his namepricking him with her hatpinensuring he was sound asleepshe impishly, for his own goodrobbed him of his memoriestucked them in her rucksackwould glue them into a scrapbookfor the sake of the unbornthe very moment they got backOnly his worst memories … More A SCRAPBOOK OF STOLEN MEMORIES
The Old Fool sits on his comfy chair staring fixedly at the blue painted wall…the only wall in the house devoid of immodest art…with his eyes wide open, attired in just a manmade coal-black dressing gown that trails all the way down to his frozen feet. During his spell without an hourglass, wearing the dressing … More THE BLUE WALL
- MIKE STEEDEN - 