‘Things to do when in lockdown’ It’s become a challenge now. I’m 10 days in to my lockdown and so far I’ve not stepped outside the house at all. Not even once. Not even to clean the seagull shit off my car. I’ve seen it from the window. It’s not a denim blue car anymore.
Tag: Poetry
‘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
‘Artwork by Misslyka’ During WWII, Winston Churchill was asked to cut arts funding in favour of the war effort, he simply replied, ‘Then what are we fighting for?’ It’s a shame that that turned out to be false news. He never said it. Even so, it’s a great line for the current crisis in the
‘Waiting, watching’ For my ambient, dark piece, ‘The Forgotten Daughter of Zeus’ as of now read, ‘The Forgotten Cheated Souls’. The more I hear about the greedy idiots who are stockpiling food while, for example, NHS staff don’t get a look in when it comes to visiting a supermarket after a long shift is over
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
A few months ago ReverbNation gave me the opportunity to submit a song to the people organising the annual ‘International Song Contest’ in Nashville. I forgot all about it until the news that my number, ‘Devil’s Kiss’ – a ballad featuring the unique Fifi Rong sharing the vocals with me – had been accepted. Yesterday,
‘Following on from the graffiti blog post of last week here’s another similar – except it’s artistically rubbish – pic. This one got a few laughs doing the family and friends rounds a while back. If you check out the ‘Cyclists Dismount’ sign you’ll see why. It doesn’t say a lot for Kyran’s mum, whoever
