The Taiwanese tapes

.and then the instructions advised me to press play and record simultaneously. That old cassette deck was my best friend,I could ramble away to it and it didn’t complainone little bit. I Wore it out eventually,but it died a noble deathwith my wordson its last breath. they don’t make them like they used too…

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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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Limits

We think it’s time to let gothey shout,‘get on with it’ but it’s a long way downwhen you’re counting thesteps,a second opinion is called for. and what does the audience know?they pay for the show and theyget what they’re given. We’re piratesout beyond the three milewhere we give the customsand excisethe finger anda big smilea…

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On repeat

Grey again,abattleshipgrey Sunday lost inthesound of eight bells. The idea to leavestrikes a chord with me, to sail off the end of the seacatching the winds of the galaxyappeals to me. meanwhileshe makes me a cup of teaand sayssettle downyou’re only dreaming…

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Finally

I heard that Jesus is at the bottom of a glass and you see him just before you hit the floor, you won’t remember when you wake, or not until you take another drink, self-fulfilling with the spirit in you does you no good at all. He thinks that he’s Jamie,butOliver’s at the doorasking as…

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The pressure gauge

Someone painted the skya delicious shade of blue,I wonder who. Sunday,perhaps the bells will ringthe angels might singbut the postman won’t bring mea letter from you, because the maildoesn’t come on the day of our Lord,I wonder why. second cuppa coming upthe kettle is boilingthe tea’s in the cupwhich is a lie,I’m having coffee,are you…

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At the cafe

Trying to pull my thoughts in from the shivers down my spine, getting it together one more time. And so I rose blew my nose did what risers do, just trying to get through another day. The paperboy who’s sixty-eight years old whistled far too gaily as he shoved my daily Daily, through the letterbox,…

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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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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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Recently

It’s that latent complacency the wait and see could that be me minus the anxiety that I have to overcome. If the sun doesn’t shine now I know that one day it will. We’re all fighting a demon all thinking we’re a He-Man and most of the time the truth of it is somewhere in…

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Empty towers

You can pray for the Christians, Jews, and Zoroastrians, pray for the faithful the unfaithful the weak and the dreadful the wickedly sinful and there are places of worship in places of worship, places where they’ve always been but the one I call God is on furlough,…

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Sunday

It’s a sunny start to another day locked away? not really locked more like blocked, a bit like that thing Facebook does. I think I’ll take a long walk and give myself a good talking to, stop feeling so blue. This is not for ever it’s just a glitch in the program…

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The list

Are you going on safari or is this a trip to Aldi? boots and goggles mask and breathing slowly, socially distanced looks askance at those who aren’t. treading warily looking for Dairylea in the chilled food section, toilet rolls bread rolls no Rolls Royce in here. Fresh meat dried meat not next to the dog…

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Nine percent

These are my kind of people those on the street, lined people, the ones you only see in your mind people, the ones who have slipped through the net. I never forget and perhaps that’s a blessing that there are worse places to be than in my present setting. and I’m sending out a cheer…

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Toasted teacakes

When? well, then when? Questions we ask from behind the mask. I asked them then asked them again no one talks to me anyway and anyway it’s just another isolation day anyway. Late lunchtime, crunch time just for a change I’m eating the pasta raw…

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Happy Easter Sunday

To be fair there is a forest of churches out there, it’s just that you must not go in person to services, and to use a gardening term it’s a bit like pruning but we’ll soon be back in the pews listening to the anointed ones pound out their views and we’ll know once again…

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You are in my dreams

The algorithm’s not there the numbers don’t add up and no one’s got the fare, so we’re staying in tonight tomorrow the next day next week next year? and yet freedom could be so near but as usual there’s no one to care…

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The seven minute lemon

In most cases a shortage in some cases an outage and they rage against a system? I must have missed them when they did that or perhaps I was asleep. Taking it in my stride I’m going to hide underneath the duvet until this crisis goes away. but on a serious note B sharp, take…

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The book of ruminations

I should be glad time’s moving slowly but anyone who knows me knows that cannot be the truth. I wander through Picasso blue my shadow wanders with me, I wonder where I’m going my shadow wonders too…

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