NOTHING SERIOUS

(a day-flying moth of no fixed abode I took a snap of last Sunday) Recent random thoughts of Zoolon; ‘Neither the light bulb nor The Moon mean a thing to a day-flying moth’ ‘I think it’s unlikely that your average Viking would feel he had to check out TripAdvisor when planning a holiday abroad’. A … Continue reading NOTHING SERIOUS

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ZOOLON & THE SPIDERS

(Entrance to The Church of St Guillotine, Patron Saint of The Headless, Provins, France) It’s been humid and very hot in these parts this week. In my studio, I’ve been boiling alive. Even so, I’ve not been out much. Just working. Whatever, yesterday my dear mother calls out saying she needs to borrow my car … Continue reading ZOOLON & THE SPIDERS

A POSTCARD FROM BEFORE

(me having a laugh with my GoPro) I’ve been mucking about with new lyrics/melodies lately. Some are working; some I let fly away back where they came from. For random reasons I’ll probably never figure out, history has been on my mind – perhaps the flavour of French history from last week has stayed with … Continue reading A POSTCARD FROM BEFORE

ZOOLON’S FRENCH TRIP

Having just returned from a spectacularly hot France I thought I’d share a few random thoughts that hit me while I was there. But first, to set the French scene a bit of music, Serge Gainsbourg and Brigitte Bardot singing ‘Un Jour Comme Un Autre’. For reasons unknown, I like this number; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxsZ0TQqFm8 This is … Continue reading ZOOLON’S FRENCH TRIP

LOST HOPES & DREAMS

This photo I took the other day, leaves little doubt as to what ‘Kyran’s mum’ – whoever she is - does in her spare time. Changing the subject, I’ve always thought that you know you’re in trouble when you can’t bend your knees. I was wrong. On Saturday, I was wearing headphones playing a guitar … Continue reading LOST HOPES & DREAMS

THE GOOD, THE BAD, THE UGLY

Every so often news bulletins remind me that I’m right in generally preferring animals over humans. The words below will one day soon be in a song. The ones who didn’t make it home now bare no malice, Their graves await them come a new sad dawn, Those guilty of their murder share the same … Continue reading THE GOOD, THE BAD, THE UGLY