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‘Fade to Grey’ ‘Fishermen’s Friend’ … meanwhile, grrr, in the got miffed news, I wanted to visit the Fisherman’s Friend factory this week and spread forth their wondrous product. But, by the gnarly knocks of fate this plan fell foul to logistical wranglings, and lo my mission proved forlorn. It didn’t even get off the […]
‘Stanley Livingstone I presume’ ‘Naff off, I’m sleeping’ In the murk, a freshly painted white corner of architrave shone. Folds of ornate whipped cream traversed off the ‘V’ and rolled his way. They then faded and were gone, darkness prevailed. Soon it would be light outside, but he was asleep and he knew it, yet […]
‘Working on the ad hoc off’ ‘Rachmaninoffski’ For the best part of half of Monday, I couldn’t shake that formal jacket with jeans look. So German. The look, not the timing of Monday’s thoughts. Dummkopf. Can’t talk now, got an emergency job in Manchester. Wait there… I’ll be back… said the man who wears that […]
‘This wood is not for turning’ ‘Maggie not Colin’ Has anyone got any change for the jukebox. By crumbly, if I had a banana for every time someone asked me that, I’d have a lovely bunch of coconuts by June. Aye thank you Basil Rathbone. Meantime, grrr, on a random fold of crispy lettuce, let’s […]
‘Blessed are the Cheesemakers’‘one of the big nose’s husband’ … Cheese, would you just get your head around it, if you can. Made from milk. A block of solid cheese from liquid. Liquid milk turns to hard, soft, by-crumbly cheese. It’s boggling, bonkers and as hard to fathom as folk who live in the TV. […]
‘Don’t run till you see the blues of his eyes’‘Bill Teachtoldyouso’ …a rounded stone moved, just ever so. Off circular in shape, large enough to fill an adults hand, freckled silvery grey on a smooth black backdrop. Not alone, but sat disjointed atop two other stones of similar size, darker in colour harbouring a freckle-less […]
‘Onwards and onwards to Ninnyland and t’ North’‘C.S. Lewis no …-..-“ …sharp turn, right, circumvent the open. Keep close to the edge. If you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking too much space… mutters a muttering from the woods, ‘whoa, rad’, he thinks. Keep thoughts clear, press on. Blocks of rock emerge from the […]
‘Nothing like the smell of cows first thing in the morning’‘Apackofcows Now’ Nothing quite like the smell of cows. It’s an early morning shaker. Stacked in a wholesome pungent plop of goodness. Me, I’d shovel it in spades, build my house out of it, have it for tea. Vic and Bob may prefer an onion […]
‘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 […]
‘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, […]
