Author: Prim
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‘She put de lime in de coconut, she drank ’em bot’ up’‘Harry – he ain’t had my mackerel – Nilsson’ I’ll tell you what, cold beans aint hot. Spontaneous cooking is insane. Cooking for yourself blows the bejeeber-lid off. Experiment. Burn. Spice it up to factor sizzling nostril hairs on the sneeze. Go mental. Whoa, […]
‘Forgot about this bit’‘Don’t know who’ Our indecision is final. Ain’t that the truth… or is it. Who knows? Sixes and sevens is where I’m at this week. Aye, had one of those weeks. Not sure if to or fro-ing, coming or going, Aces high or low or if pots and pans really are if’s […]
‘I don’t like climate wiped out critters, I love ’em’‘The Extremes’ One degree, massive, beautiful. Bees fly into windows, late evening dog trots, flip flops slippery when sweat and no one cares about dykes lapping over Holland’s flaps. Still, I won’t be dipping me pinkies in the drink anywhere above or below the 53 degree […]
‘If you go down to the woods today, you better beware of it’‘Stephen Henry Hall & his Orchestra King’ Its smooth brown distinguished hulk sauntered delicately across the path and paused. Its surroundings inconsequential as it turned to stare, unfazed, motionless, as it casually disappeared into the summer’s tall grass. All the while and as […]
‘And back to me Clive’‘Keith’ A-top Great Hill the horizon flickered in a late May heat. Glimmers of farm greenhouse roof tops danced like white horses on a far-off ocean. A gentle warm zephyr blew my 1970’s haircut into a Keith Floyd episode. Perched on that realm of serenity, huevos rancheros bubbled in a clay […]
‘let the sunshine, let the sunshine, the sunshine’‘KC and the Sunshine band does Hair or was it Godspell’ Sun be praised on an alley-oop, scooped under a walloping whooshka with sprinkles. Bless our sol and let us wade deep in your melted butter oh great fiery furnace of the skies. …melted butter and oil and […]
‘Time and tide wait for no man’‘King Knut-not’ Saving time in the long run sounds like a waste of time in the now. I want the world and I want it yesterday, as Jim Morrison harped wax hysterically. Take writing this with thumbs on a phone, only to have to convert to another format later, […]
‘Oh, the good life, full of fun seems to be the ideal‘Tony ‘Gordon’ Bennett’ A couple degrees is all required to wind the windows, infest a wound and flood the winding conjugations of your mind. …Like a never ending tunnel, like a snowball in the breeze, da da dee, like whatever he goes on about […]
‘I am a mole and I live in…’‘perpetual state of being’ Paper paper everywhere and not a drop to eat. Yes, a cluttered desk is a sign of… a sign of… bear with me… if we were in Cannukland it could be a real bear… Organized mess, a state of being, an aspect of considered […]
‘I wandered as lonely as an air bubble in your pants’‘Tight Fit’ New, ha, that there corner has been rumbled, cobbled, trodden and in circulation before you could look it up. And that’s coming from an eternal optimist. Hot air, it’s everywhere and we’re not talking El nino (nino has to have a small n […]
