my inner troll

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

Sunday daze

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

Trash culture

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

Take the red pill

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