Tag Archives: Sleep

Adrift

Insomnus. Lacksasleepicals. Fuggin’ tired. Basically my body doesn’t like UK time these days. UK time doesn’t taste like America times (they have several) and I blame Brexit for making me feel like this isn’t my country, these are no longer … Continue reading

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If I Was My Bedsprings

Hello and welcome to tired. Tired plus, in fact. Super tired. Busy and fulfilling weekend but oh so exhausting tired. Lots of driving tired. Singing tired. Insomnia tired. You get the picture. Monday is me and a bed and sleep … Continue reading

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Snoozin’ Snoozin’ Snoozin’

Lying down with your eyes closed, not being conscious to the world around you, under the soft embrace of a loving duvet, not even drooling on the pillow but just breathing in and out regularly with no leakage: like a … Continue reading

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Oh Boy It’s Swell To Say…

Lots of sleepings have happened. Not enough to make my body like me but lots. And there has been some walking about, some saying of the words “Fuck me the wind is cold!” and some drinking coffee and talking of … Continue reading

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The Art Of Blogging

If you used to read my previous blog which now doesn’t exist because I unexisted it in a moment of unexistiness, you will know that there are certain recurring themes I tend to highlight in my…ahem…work. For the uninitiated and … Continue reading

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The Moments That Make Up A Dull Day

A waterfall of raindrops seeping past the window from a broken section of guttering, their jazz-opated rhythms a disturber of the peace and sanctity of bed. An extra layer of clothing against the cold, trousers tucked into socks to prevent … Continue reading

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