Tag: Life

OVER THE TOP

^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

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MR ANGRY’S PLAYING FIELD

‘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

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AN EPIDEMIC, HEARING AIDS & A MAD OLD LADY

‘Scotland Abroad’ ~ ‘The game is now over, I’m glad that we played A wounded heart full of sorrow, nothing betrayed Guilt is love’s shadow yet I’ll never forget From the corner of my eye your silhouette’ from my song ‘Pain’ aka ‘Love’s Shadow’ True story. I spent a lot of time watching England eventually win

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10 DAYS AWAY

‘The End of The Beginning’ by Zoolon In a few hours’ time my acoustic and me are off to the middle of nowhere for 10 days. No internet access unless I can manage to take my mobile into a town or city. How surreal is that? No social media. Also, it maybe the last time

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A WARNING IS NOT A PROMISE

‘Dreaming Colours the Daylight Steals’ Last week: The bloke at the top of the steps up to the library told me that the world would end tomorrow. He pointed out that love and hate will have nowhere to hide anymore and that there will never be another new day. I told him that I never

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HYPNOTISING THE SNAKE

‘View From Above’ Strange things happen. Take yesterday. I’m invited to join the parents for breakfast at a café overlooking the sea. I get these invites once, sometimes twice a week. Sat outside, the sun shining for once, you can see France clearly on days like this. I’m eating my poached eggs on toast. We’re

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THE THREE WISE PEOPLE

Still frame from ‘The Shape of Water’ ‘The drowning shoe’  Listening to the old bloke in front of me in the inevitable post office queue having a bit of a rant I was thinking, ‘that’s not entirely accurate’. What he was saying to the even older bloke in front was, “I’ve heard it all now.”

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‘MANDY’S DOOR’

‘For Free’ by Zoolon The brainwasher wearing the grey suit that sparkled said he drove an Audi Quattro. He asked what I drove. I lied and said a skateboard. He asked why I didn’t wear, “A smart suit like mine”. I couldn’t be bothered to answer.  Also, he looked like someone who might end up

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THE DAY I MET AN ANGEL

‘Une Grotte Quelque Part en Normandie’ by Zoolon The little old bloke with the peaked cap walks the main road into town each day. He carries a big bag and picks up all the street rubbish. He never wears gloves. He’s round-shouldered and his trousers are too short. He doesn’t speak to anyone. He just

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WELCOME TO THE ‘HOTEL BARBED WIRE’

Source: Chicago Tribune ‘Barbed wire used properly can be a beautiful sight’, so said the man who ought to know better. Really?  It might be when used as an art-form but not in the context you used it, mate. Whatever, those cruel words got me thinking; got me composing a new piece for the new

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