I’m hardly past it. (Mid-30s if you’re wondering.) And in recent years, have kinda felt like I hate this game. Cos life plus time is evil. And seems to equal more aches and pains. And it’s a sad fact and makes me mad that, whatever I do, I can’t escape this change. It’s like my… Continue reading A diamond that hits back
Where does one find the time anymore? It seems like lazy days have given way to hard graft. Like painting and cleaning and tiling the floor. In some ways I wish I could jump back a decade and just teleport. Because, damn. My mid-20s were easy as hell. And moving up to London, after travels.… Continue reading my inner troll
This morning I glued a bit of the wood floor that kept coming up. Then got a little tool with teeth to remove old grouting in the bathroom. Then hoovered. And washed the dishes. Then cleaned my boots, still muddy from that last mini festival I went to; where I threw axes and cracked whips.… Continue reading Sunday daze
When I wake each day. And think about leaving the house. I tend to freeze up. Cos I’m shrouded by doubt. Forced to bear my stare in the mirror. But all I find is a frown. Is this it? I say, glancing down. Sizing up my figure like I haven’t realised it’s round. Cos I’m… Continue reading Groundhog boy
Remember when smoking was the way to be seen? Back when all our idols did it. From Sean Connery to James Dean. A cigarette hanging lazy from their lip. So cool it made me wanna fake scream. Or get all starry-eyed and daydream. Then the world changed, and our bodies became temples of health. Now… Continue reading Smoking used to be cool
So I’m at work a zombie, froze and stupefied. Vacant stare like an airhead as he or she goes to beautify. Failing at the most basic tasks. Cos my mind is warm in this bubble. Here I’m protected and can’t cause much trouble. It’s the safest chance. But the rub is I’m failing to make… Continue reading Permanently exhausted pigeon
Hey hey, I’m feeling low today. When did our culture become so throwaway? There I was, on display in the shop. Best of the bunch on the shelf at the top. And this kid comes in, Damien was his name. A little devil clearly destined for fame. Then there he goes, he snatched me quick… Continue reading Trash culture
Feeling naughty, just hit 20 and I’m halfway to 40. ‘You laugh now son, you’ll blink and you’ll be 40’, my dad said, putting unwelcome thoughts into my adolescent head. Jesus. At this rate it won’t be long until I’m dead, until I’ve shuffled off this mortal coil. Until, through hard graft and toil, I’m… Continue reading Take the red pill
The Age of Adaline is a decent enough film, Blake Lively does ok and it perks up when Harrison Ford turns up but… it could have been so much more.
Death. What is death anyway? If life is a journey from the cradle to the grave, where does it all end? How are we supposed to behave?