spy

The cliff was bothersome because it was dirty. That’s why I took certain steps.  I rolled out a long extension cable and attached a series of extension leads stretching half a mile back to my house, then plugged in my Ryobi RY142300 2300 PSI Brushless Electric Pressure Washer. Like…

step dilemna

Steps have two dimensions which effect the user- the depth of the stretcher and the height of the riser. When these dimensions are strangely designed the walker or runner is faced with the mildly irritating decision to either compress his one stride into two dainty ones or elongate his two…

funny house

I can’t recall the first thought or what images came into my head but when I heard my new travel kettle in full operation it made me snigger then laugh at loud like a scolded baboon. I grinned a little at the snaking cable attached to the hard plug…

the town I ate

I ambled along the promenade of a quiet sea-side town. This was the coast I knew well; giant sea gulls, so many shades of blue in wooden B&B signs, glossy blue Victorian style front doors, rough white-wash sea walls, the smell of chips, down in the harbour. I…

wild electric boogie vibes

The ever-expanding man-shat world atomised a willing tramp who slung a plastic box of music on a shoulder of pure bone. Loose, ragged like a flyaway bin bag he whooshed along to a graffiti love gem: A yellow-purple bench in Brockhurst Park where he made an impromptu bamboo ritual to…

crazy cottage

Wild honey dripping down the door. What a fiery nest in the eve which not a single monkey one of us cared about. We’d spent an orange afternoon splashing matt emulsion Over furniture and scribbling lunacy On walls. Red Gobella wrote a poignant Piece about war-time Warsaw In a…

flapjack

Another moment has arisen where there is an outer beauty-this time golden light tree tips swaying on post rain fading evening light and I am aware of the immediate, apparently conditioned urge to describe it to the reader, yet I pull back and wait for upon closer scrutiny I know…

running away to see the world

Your sunken eyes revealed your bed-sit life in a doss house full of scar-faced drunks, your lives pathetically made possible by Income Support and Tesco beer Your jaw flaccid with pure sulk: the dark cycle of job hell or no-job hell. Ill-fitting words and torn-off fragments of childish ideas a…