Monthly Archives: October 2017

Clean-up Is As Easy As Catching A Ball In A Cup

Cack. A somewhat old-fashioned word for poop. And a suitable description of how I feel today. I can use it in a sentence if you like. I feel like cack. I dread to think how much worse I’d feel without … Continue reading

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You Know I’d Give You Everything I’ve Got For A Little Piece Of Mind

Yuck. No, I haven’t just seen a Conservative Party orgy, I feel like yuck. Overnight I seem to have developed spacey yuckness in the brain place plus ouchy yuckness in the shoulder places plus scratchy yuckness of the eyes plus … Continue reading

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That Georgia’s Always On Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Mind

Noises. I make them. Mostly strings of invective and scatological outbursts but sometimes noises of dubious musical merit. I’ve been working on a new version of a song from a decade ago as the recording I made back then was … Continue reading

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Lift My Head, I’m Still Yawning

My addiction to sleep is just getting silly. It really is – my nightgown has turned into a bowl of custard plus I dream of Jeannie and I’ve never even met her (nor do I believe in people living inside … Continue reading

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Adventures In Bedland

The taste of Sunday is a sugar-rush carb-fest orgy rolling about and panting on the tongue. My taste buds feel degraded yet perversely contented; my urgent need for caffeine is being drip-fed into my face to wash away any regret. … Continue reading

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Dream Variations

Sleep engulfs me, a cloak of shroudy dumb-ass numbness topped off with a suggestion of sinusitis increasing the sense that wakefulness is somewhat unappetising. This is a radio day, a coffee going cold on the bedside cabinet day, a never … Continue reading

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Move Him Into The Sun

The morning is crisp like an unbitten apple, waxy sunshine not quite reaching down to the bones. Beneath my feet the artificially aged floorboards of a wannabe hipster cafe which is nonetheless occupied by non-hipster middle-aged spreads and mumsy mums … Continue reading

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