MARIONETTES & SOMERSAULTS

Sometimes it’s a pain being Zoolon. Monday morning I was down in the kitchen having breakfast (Shreddies with a chopped banana). The news was playing to itself on the TV.  I wasn’t taking much of it in. Then, out of the blue I heard the newsreader say, “With police numbers dropping the Metropolitan Police are […]

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ZOOLON’S ‘ITCH’

(above, a happier me just 48 hours before the ‘the itch’) What’s the worst thing that you can do to your mum on her birthday? Maybe, forgetting to buy her a present? Possibly, sitting her next to Trump in the restaurant on her special birthday outing? Even, thoughtlessly hiring a hitman to ‘take her out’ […]

ZOOLON & THE FESTIVAL

Most likely I will only have time for irregular visits to the blog at best for the next week as I’m going to be at the Festival Mondial des Theatres de Marionnettes in Charleville-Mézières. I’ll catch up when I get back. Random Thought: Before I sign off I have to say that I was in […]

ZOOLON & THE BLUES

(one I took of the ferry from France just outside the harbour on an eerie Sunday morning) What’s the worst thing that can happen when you’ve got a sore throat (apart from being bitten by a venomous snake or being killed in a tragic accident)? Answer? Choking on seaweed. I bet that in the whole […]

WHITE ROOM, DARK PLACE

Sometimes I look at art and I wonder if it is really ‘art’. If it gets a reaction then I guess it is. When I first spotted this piece in Folkestone, my random thought was, ‘not a sculpture for the accident prone to climb on, especially the skinny ones’. I took a photo then read […]

WHEN A POEM BECOMES A SONG

I trade both online and offline as Zoolon Hub. I’ve recently added another new product to my business aimed mainly at others in the music industry. However, I thought some of you poets or lyricists out there might (or might not) also be interested in the product – especially so if you are not a […]

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 […]

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 […]

NOTHING SERIOUS

(a day-flying moth of no fixed abode I took a snap of last Sunday) Recent random thoughts of Zoolon; ‘Neither the light bulb nor The Moon mean a thing to a day-flying moth’ ‘I think it’s unlikely that your average Viking would feel he had to check out TripAdvisor when planning a holiday abroad’. A […]

ZOOLON & THE SPIDERS

(Entrance to The Church of St Guillotine, Patron Saint of The Headless, Provins, France) It’s been humid and very hot in these parts this week. In my studio, I’ve been boiling alive. Even so, I’ve not been out much. Just working. Whatever, yesterday my dear mother calls out saying she needs to borrow my car […]