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Testing Testing how goes it in the crows nest? You can laugh but we’re all at sea, and with that bushy beard the lookout looks like David Bellamy. when we get back to what we should do because that’s the place we are heading, it’ll be like Bedlam with no beds in just the bosses…

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Games of patience

It becomes increasingly unclear as to how near the end we actually are, perhaps I should get in my car and ask them In Durham. If like me you are self isolating, suffocating under the suggestion that we’re not taking this seriously, there’s nothing we can do but get on with it, and isolate a…

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Privateer here

They started playing a shanty I’m getting seasick. Up on the poop deck no one poops because we don’t do that on ships and neither on sloops. and you’d find it hard to build walls around you in the middle of an ocean. Where is the ‘we’ is it just us and them, are ‘we’…

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Sunset Boulevard

Lines of blue like the miners strike like the same brutality the same mentality, protect and serve…

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Growls

I wanted Weetabix or Cornflakes to break my fast and all I got was Muesli what good is Muesli to me? to be honest it looks like a bed for the rabbit or something the rabbit deided to drop, Stop giving me Muesli…

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Bargains in the basement

ding dong ding dong ding dong what’s wrong? no bells? no-balls at cricket but this isn’t cricket and balls are not bells the sound of this country on Sunday has been bells for centuries and now silence no rings no dings things are not looking good…

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Growing vegetables

Made redundant knocked out of the game because a virus whose name is on the tip of my tongue fired its bullets from the viral gun and killed the economy, killed? not really but wounded and now it’s missing in action I went missing in Acton once but that’s another tale. Hope is on hold…

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Why bother

growing up, it makes me feel like throwing up and what do we want to grow up for? Neverland sounds like too much fun. Call me a donkey, call me an ass but seriously would you pass on this ? It would always be Summer with us keeping pace while Hook and the crocodile played…

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Jumpstarting Jupiter

Nothing says Saturday like sunshine and what a day this could be, it could be a trip down to Brighton, a dip in the sea, it could be but it won’t be and the only sea I’ll see is Battersea and that’s if I’m bothered enough to go there. Do not despair something is out…

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Deep water

No one can reach you because you only are what they teach you and what they taught you has bought you this solitude. You are at the juncture of halls where the mask of men falls and the sea rushes in to meet them, where the future denies them or greets them, where the glitterball…

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Ruin

I expected to see the stovepipe hats, the no smoking, no joking brigade of religion and that’s the truth. I saw instead the bed unmade, the lawmen too tired to move on a raid, men moving along with their dope for the bong which stands rigid at twelve on the clock. No preaching now no…

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Bridges not included

This impotency where lockdown shows no clemency, will most certainly be the death of me, probably. Hedging the bet because I’m not there yet…

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One more alpha-blocker

Look like hell? give the doc’ a bell take some tablets and get well, or maybe you just look like hell anyway. Friday. the weekend or the worlds end and making poodles out of pipecleaners seems the only way to go coffee first though…

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On the dotted line

Taking a step back to where that time began too far and you’ll lose sight of the thing that you look for, sometimes it’s under your nose or it’s over and out there are no guarantees the kaleidoscope jigsaw that turns on in your mind where the grinding emotions conspire, to love, to dismiss, to…

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This way up

Hooking up to the plus sign and that’s a plus, positivity is the way to go. It always helps to keep charged. Feeling low, can’t go anywhere don’t want to be? time to plug into the battery. We never need to arrive, but to survive, well, that’s key to who we are. Lockdown getting you…

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Rosewood

Do you wonder if you’re in the dreams conjured up by those behind the scenes, is this a play is this today or Act 1V? Are we pandering to someone’s desire 1666 and relight the fire? Maybe we’ll bury it all under the pall of smoke curling up from a pipe…

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The sunshine stuporman

It’s irritating the time it takes to load a link I think broadband needs a spanking. Jesus and the saints could paint the ceiling of that chapel and have a pint or two before that bloody link comes through. CANCEL delete and use the starry key or perhaps the one with arrows on bloody keyboard…

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Not quite there yet

To the bathroom and back through the lounge to the kitchen, on to the balcony, something is wrong with me, walked miles and miles and not got anywhere, not seen anyone, never did anything and if I did it wasn’t me, a peculiarity from a previous existence, deny it all, but this is different, there’s…

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The snake belt

This pill we have to swallow ( and quite right, two does not make a Summer ) the harsh rules we have to follow, no shortages now the hoarders must have enough. I should have wriiten this on blotting paper but it spreads out anyway and will fade away like reflections of a memory changing…

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Prospector

Digging for gold and diggin’ it old, though those young buckaroos disagree, they’re always looking for a hoe down a gun fight a show down I sit waiting for a Sundown. Radio Clementine belting out ‘Red River Valley’ for an old poke like me it’s right up my alley…

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