Low key

Just when you get your head around theidea that a Zoom was an Ice lollypop. things change and how,ideas blossom and bloom, and we’re in a barbed wire roomfor now,…

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Going shopping

If we wait until it stopswe might never get off. She window shops with hereyes on the future,my eyes extend beyond theend of my nose…

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Hey Presto

I think we could do with a miracleor a miracle making man. Broken?we could resurrect the wreckedcall them perfectand pretend everything is okay. Jesus has gone to thehanging gardens ofBabylon and is nowan apprenticegardener, you just can’t trust anyoneto make your wishes cometrue…

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Sixties

Cliff, nonot jumping( for a change ) Richards reminded me of a song abouta Summer Holidaywhich we were going on, it seems a long time coming…

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The wool winder

The day passes into history,it may, in the future, remind meof something I thought I’d forgetor it may not,there’s a lot to process in twentyfour hours and as time goes onit feels like more. Almost bedtime,I amclosing the curtains to keep outthe dragons and bolting the door. Tomorrowwhich is the future now, but won’tbe then,I…

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Far flung or as far as you can fling.

10 million cases and all them in the wrong airportsort of makes holidays a bust,but maybe I’ve got the wrong end of the stickmaybe this is about the sick casesfaces hidden behind a mask, I’ll ask Google. yepit’s due to Corona and not down to Stansted or Orly, from Banstead to Chorleypoints North and South,a…

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Killing it

Breakfast,smash an egg or twocream some cheesestick a knife into the buttercut some hamand yetI profess to bea non-violent man. life in lockdown…

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Flame out

When does‘the time of our lives start?’anddo we have to line up? this will all be whitewashedairbrushedhushed upkept schtumand no one will ever knowthat in the twenty first centuryour leaders could not organisea piss up in a brewery…

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A lot of it about

Not Supermanor Spidermannor BatmanI’mgetting fat man,this lockdownturnedout to be achow down,you canpaint my face red andcall me a circus clown, Ineed to slim downbefore I go downfor the count…

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With ketchup?

A couple of steakscrushed garlicsome chilli flakes,oil and marinade. it’s in the preparationanddevotions madetable laid Bon appetit…

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What crisis?

The wind’s droppedalong with my aspirationsthe clapometer needle’snot moving,( should I use the swingometer?) Those good old days are backopen fires and a sack of‘nutty slack’bow and scrapeskin your kneessaythankyou sirnot forgetting please, breadlineshard timesrationing andBuddy has no more dimes, we’ll all be singing for our supperup a gum treeor shit creektoday or next week,…

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Organ grinders and cannon fodder

I’m not sure who is paying the piper oreven what tune the piper is playingand I’m not staying around to find out,it’sgetting dangerous here. There’s something other than oxygen in the airand I want to be somewhere else…

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The observation ward

In an out of the way sort of waywhere every day thinks it’s a Saturdayit’s the weekend and boys who’ll be boysgo out to play, I stay in,cook the breakfastwash the dishesanddo the ironing, there isno fun in beingresponsible. The milk’s offgone sour,butwe all are and dosometimes…

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Tight corners

There’s not much room to manoeuvrein this air of doom and whatever,we need to clear our headsand get over it. Bit by bit we’ll all be lit andsome will sit on the sidelinesmoaning about the hard timeswhile others will just get on with it.andeven if doom is in the airbeingalive is being halfway therewe can…

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Electrically charged particles

Lightning strokes the greenery,flashbulbsand the scenery shiftsthe curtain liftsand brings on the rain. All this from a bedroom window it’s like a book once read,butthe character assassinationis only you killing you andyou’re still in bed, ‘the show must go on’‘yeah,on trial’,the audience screams, and it’s often like thatin dreams of greatness…

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Random #31

Those Pharaohsknew that when thewinds blewit was time to tuckthe togas in. life, Jim,is not a Toblerone shapedpyramid amid the desert sands they say many hands make light work,not so!when the bulb’s busted,you’re basically screwed and left inthe dark. Did Pharaohs wear togas?…

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Empty vessels

How they get at usis whenwe update our status,thatconstant spyingFacebook pryingit’s all very tryingandI’d go fishin’but she says no…

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..and so it goes on

To spend these days inerasingthe days you’ve spent inwhen you should have beenout and about. I wanted to be a mountain manwellthat was the planbut where I grew upthere were no mountainsjust hills that rolledand couldn’t keep still. It’s already Thursday…

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South Park secrets

It wasn’t the second gunmanthat killed Kennyit was Wile e Coyoteand not from a grassy knollhe did it in a shopping mall,but don’t quote meor ACMEmight sue me…

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When things go bump

Not going to speak of the weathernot whether it’s hotnot whether it’s notI’ll let the weather speak for itself. The radio’s belting out a tuneI’ll bemelting into an ice cream soonbutnot going to speak of the weather. Of coursefor the Britishthis limits the conversation,no talk of sunstrokeor of precipitation, I’m going fishin’she says,‘again?take an umbrellait…

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