… is how you get to make really good friends with the people that really matter in life. Mr Vacuum Cleaner. Little Miss Iron. Mr Kettle. Mrs Pot. Sometimes they breed or you forget what you’re doing until you’re doing the ironing with the teapot and trying to retract the cord on the iron. Seriously. … Continue reading The best things of being a writer…57 in an infinite series
A very interesting and busy week, in which I have been excited no less than four times. Four! And one of them wasn’t even imaginary! Ok. Four was an exaggeration, but it’s been a good week, which, as is the nature of these things, means I haven’t had time to blog for the benefit of… Continue reading This is the silence of sound
Don’t hate me for what I am I not Don’t hate me for what I didn’t say Don’t hate me for what I didn’t do Hate me because of I…
Wine, whine away my tears my eyes red and conscience said. I played my part, I played my part. Bottle green and thoughts unseen of feelings mean and feelings keen. Upset as my applecart by your sudden change of heart. I shrank my world and drank my tears away.
Your soul’s up for auction, no known reserve, Blank out the people, hold your nerve. Shoot stares, shoot the breeze laugh along with the latest web wheeze. You never meant it to get to this, news, cameras, commentary axis. Money. Your demons want it more than you sell yourself for your Jimmy Choos they are… Continue reading The glamour hammer
Tired is as tired does, A rumble tumble bumble buzz. Lazy days and boring ways easy meat and easy lays. So it says.