‘Claudette Colbert still from Cecil B. DeMille’s ‘Cleopatra’ movie 85 years ago’ He was thinking to himself that he’d never written a letter. A proper letter, using a pen and paper. A letter he would write, sign and post. He decided he’d have a go although the absence of pre-emptive text was worrying him. His
Tag: Humour
‘No-Bell Prize Winner 2014’ Artist Unknown A confession. This is true. When I was a kid about 5 or 6 years old I remember my parents talking about the Nobel Prize. At the time I didn’t really take in what they were talking about. To me it sounded like it was a prize awarded to
‘Calorific Tardis’ BAD ADVICE ‘to be adapted into a lyric’ You’ve got the motor; you’ve got the SatNav and a tank full But you’re still stuck on the inside looking out Blind faith, too blind and blinkered to realize The kick you get living with all that doubt There’s a doorway to Hell or is
‘Doorway to The Room of Clouds’ ‘One minute I held the key Next the walls were closed on me I discovered that my castle stands Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand’ Coldplay I thought I’d try something random again, just writing the first thing/things that came into my head. I’ve not done it
^My pal Adam celebrating his victory^ I put a pic of me just about to lose a game of pool on the blog a couple of posts back (see below for a repeat performance). What I’d forgotten at the time was that I had with me at the point of my defeat, my Go-Pro. That’s
James Gull, ‘Licence to Poo’ – all over my car on a daily basis I first went to St Margaret’s Bay, just along the coast from Dover, a few years ago when I was capturing the sounds of the sea for a sound art project. I go over there every so often because it’s not a
‘Unfeasibly Giant Hands’ I’ve been working on a couple of big – at least to me they’re big – music projects these last couple of months and now, near the end, I find I’m putting so much into it trying to get it finally finished that I can’t write the words I want anymore. I’ve
‘Defeat Looms’ An adapted story. I say adapted only because I turned it into verse for this post. What’s the worst thing you want to hear about if you’re an artist, photographer, writer, poet, musician, whatever apart from being ignored? I’d often wondered. Now I know. KINDA “I kinda like your kinda great kinda music
‘Hot Day in Berck’ I’ve written a few protest songs before. Generally mine are not angry songs. It’s not how I’m made. However, this one I’m playing around with is singing well enough, but singing angry. Maybe that’s the way it should be sometimes? ONE LESS INNOCENT Guns and souvenirs No wasted bullets, just wasted
‘Weird but Harmless’ ‘The more things change, the more they stay the same’ – A French expression On a sunny Saturday the white bloke wearing khaki shorts, a Disney ‘Lion King’ t-shirt and a battered tin hat carrying a rifle shot a pregnant lioness. Chuffed with himself he had his wife take a photo of
