‘I’m good with corona’, says Mr Wolf’ Day nine, banged up. Happy most times. Daylight through a window. Vitamin D days. Running out of mushrooms. I live on mushrooms. I heard that the seagulls have gone fishing out at sea. They don’t hang around McDonald’s any more. No Grand Big Mac eaters to swoop down
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Pic via Informassive ‘If music be the food of love, play on’ ~ William Shakespeare Different nations react differently in the face of the global virus crisis. The Italians have their love of opera to keep them amused, us English our love of toilet rolls. Below, two short vids, and two entirely different reactions to
An ambient piece I composed last year, the title track on the album,‘The Pigeons Are Switzerland’ Ever since I posted some photos of graffiti the other week its been nagging at me that I had older, better photos filed somewhere. I finally found them on yet another forgotten external hard drive. These ones are from
Note to self – Never go looking for Rainbow’s End on a day with no rainbows. Spring? I don’t think so. Sure, it didn’t rain for once, the sun came out, the temp went up, but the wind from the south-west got stronger by the minute on my first visit to the cliffs for weeks,
The old man with a walking stick pointed it at the squirrels in the graveyard. He told the little kid walking with him that the squirrels were vermin. The kid said he liked them and wanted one as a pet. The old man answered, ‘No way’. Ten years later, the old man with the walking
‘CLEVER ARTWORK FROM HUFF POST UK’ This year represents 75 years since WW2 in Europe ended, freedom was restored, fascism was defeated and both my now dead granddads got to get back home to the land they’d left behind. Without those two men I wouldn’t exist. LET THEIR NAMES BE SHOUTED OUT Let the ghosts
9am – Saturday’s early morning clouds dish out a warning that a better than average, but not all that when it comes to serious storms, Storm Jorge is on his way (you can just see the coast of France on the horizon – in sunshine! – if you look hard enough) 10am – Yesterdays death
I never thought I’d write a potential – maybe unlikely, thinking about it – ‘duet’ skeleton lyric where a ghost gets to talk to a signpost about brick walls. I must still be running a temperature from my latest cold. Anyway, here it is all dressed up in some of Folkestone’s graffiti art. See what
‘A Long Way Down’ – French Pyrenees Time in a circle Life in a straight line Time waits for no man Park up too long and there’s a fine Time as a painting In an empty gallery Frozen in the moment What you get is what you see Time as an enemy Don’t need no
The ceiling of my favourite Turkish restaurant Twice a week I go down to the café for a free breakfast, usually the eggs Benedict with mushrooms on the side that I’m addicted to, and as ever the old fool – I’ll not name – gives out his working man’s academic view of the world. Like
