Monthly Archives: October 2017

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

Posted on October 26, 2017 by S

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

Posted on October 25, 2017 by S

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

Posted on October 24, 2017 by S

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

Posted on October 23, 2017 by S

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

Posted on October 22, 2017 by S

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

Posted on October 21, 2017 by S

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

Posted on October 20, 2017 by S

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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I Want To Dive Into Your Ocean

Posted on October 19, 2017 by S

The problem with rain is it is mostly made of water. The problem with water is it’s really rather wet. The problem with wetness is…are you shitting me? You don’t know what the problem with wetness is? What’s wrong with … Continue reading →

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Weinstein: The Tip Of A Gigantic Cultural Iceberg

Posted on October 17, 2017 by S

The last few days have seen a hell of a lot of people use social media as a platform to stand against Harvey Weinstein, the Hollywood movie shit, who has been accused of multiple cases of sexual assault and of … Continue reading →

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Can You Tell Me How To Get, How To Get To Pessimist Street?

Posted on October 15, 2017 by S

Oh hello debilitatingly negative anxiety, how are you? Awful. I’m filled with inexplicable pains that are probably caused by dick cancer and I just know the world is going to end tomorrow. Or Friday if the stores are closed. Um, … Continue reading →

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