Underneath the Bridge of Heartache the saintly take their shelterIn the dark tunnel of delusions white-face clowns aim to provokeThere’s a Best Ragweed Hotel made up of just cardboardWhere a ‘mutton dressed as lamb’ Madam comforts the broke On the merry-go-round favoured by ‘bruise easily’ loversThe pipe organ plays cacophonous rhapsodiesSteam powered wooden ponies all … More UPSIDE DOWN
A COUNTRY NAMED ‘LONDON’ Humourless Satire with a soupçon of French France allowed…after all, proper Londoners own multiculturism I met with a streetwise professor who was on my side…or was it the other way around? Matters not and regardless, we vented our respective fury upon each other as well as the very ground where inexplicit … More A COUNTRY NAMED ‘LONDON’
I am the gypsy in the company of Nazis I am the black slave The Empire kept under its bowler hat I am the immigrant Albion gave the thumbs down to The one the beer-bellied disciple would deny The one the true blue dyed-in-the-wool cannot stomach The one the ‘old’ rich and their host of … More IN THE COMPANY OF NAZIS
Photograph by Natalie Shau ‘We are our choices’ – Jean-Paul Sartre Hellish hard to determine what, if any, section of a new book one should impart in an attempt to expose it’s blanket disposition when I am naught but a fanciful old fool and my co-author is currently glued to her weeding and seeding only … More AN AUDIENCE WITH THE EMPRESS
“I say Carruthers, I’ve heard tell Jacob is racist. What pray do you make of that my friend?” “Who the bleddy hell is Jay Cobb when he’s at home?” “I think you got the wrong end of the stick old chum, it’s Jacob Rees-Mogg who’s racist.” “Good Lord, so Rees-Mogg is aka Ray Cyst. Doesn’t … More NEWS OF BREXIT ISSUES REACHES THE FOREIGN OFFICE IN LONDON
Since the day she first showed up, Eve had always had a soft spot for the idiosyncratic yet intimate Dietrich ‘occasional restaurant come bar’ within the vast ‘Casino Eden’. Later, after I had won her body, if not yet her soul on the spin of the roulette wheel, we would regularly dine together there, although … More THE DIETRICH BAR, LAND OF NOD
the incidental ill will of clouded reasoning a most difficult thing to wholly make out forgiving explicit scorn writing off grave words yet tenderness demands a flawless benevolence how so such an event? rosy revenge? for what? perhaps the sweetness? perhaps the glory quest? the prize of grand slam? extra points to be scored … More FLAWLESS BENEVOLENCE
Renata preferred apricots, blintzes, caviar, a little vodka at times, over ailing nightmares she hated avid weevil’s in porridge, harvest after harvest that bore so little food preferred the Fabergé romance of ‘St Petersburg’ over ho hum ‘Petrograd’ a knight in shining armour kiss above being wrestled to a Bolshevik’s floor Julian calendar’s October … More KNITTING CLOUDS IN A HEAVENLY PLACE
Once, so very long ago, or perhaps it was just yesterday, twixt my times with one immaculate cleavage blessed angel and her inevitable lookalike, I had a part time lover of words. Sadly, I cannot remember her name from Adam. All I can remember are two things she told me as we lay between satin … More SUNSHINE SUPERMAN
Buckfastleigh, Devon, August 2020: “First we take Melton Mowbray, then we take Buckfastleigh,” the words of Empress Nicola Sturgeon, who since securing Scottish independence following the debacle of the UK’s exit from the European Union now seeks to build a Greater Scotland with a view to have, as its seat of government, the small market … More THE SEIGE OF BUCKFASTLEIGH 2020
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