ZOOLON & THE MOON

A castle waiting for moonlight According to my father this is a more or less accurate account of a conversation we had when I was 4 years old. “Look George, there’s a new moon tonight” “What happened to the old one, Dad?” Nothing much has changed.   THE MOON HAS HAD ITS FILL (maybe, when … Continue reading ZOOLON & THE MOON

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ZOOLON’S HAIRCUT

(a tidy photo of Cleopatra the Beetle) The day started well. As I left the house on my way to get a haircut I saw that Cleopatra had turned up on the doormat. She didn’t hang around long but agreed to pose for a photograph. Nice one, Cleo. I turned up at my usual barber’s … Continue reading ZOOLON’S HAIRCUT

ZOOLON, RONNIE & FRESH PASTA

GAME OF BLOSSOMS ‘Episode 5; Series 3 – ‘Sunflowers Who Forgot to Follow the Sun’ Warning, this episode contains some scenes of cross-pollination’   It was Sunday afternoon, about 3pm. Just an hour before the shops shut. I’d been working all weekend and was starving hungry. I needed fresh pasta badly. The best fresh pasta … Continue reading ZOOLON, RONNIE & FRESH PASTA

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