Month: September 2017

Jobs for the boys

Jobs for the boys, the celebrity toys and the inner sanctuary homes of media mansions. ‘I saw the news tonight oh boy,’ how can we wade through the sludge of this time of Celebrity journalists, and salaried sympathizers? Canned laughter energizes the robot audience. The celebrity media androids program each other, and the make up lady needs a bowl to…

A Room at the Bottom

As I move into my twilight years, I think of all the young who are going to be betrayed. The hurricane whirlwind of having to, ‘Be Someone’ will destroy all but the career psychopath; you cannot educate or reason with pork! Smug faced crowds with lustful eyes and the bite of the serpent are on the march, and their concrete…

The Paths of Yesterday

The Paths of Yesterday, just wont go away, like a scarf caught in the millwheel, I must feel, that strange pull, of life so full, with smiling faces, fenland traces, to magic wood, where all is understood. This cursed decaying, stinging ageing, no more to playing, think twice before saying, what is obvious, dressed to new age gloss. The burning…

A Quiet peaceful Summering

Rescuing things is a virtue that people are losing the will to do these days. I hear a voice hushing my thoughts from a summer of English madness, where we loved under parasol’s set out on a vicarage lawn. Garden fetes with fat ladies and the mother’s union on a 1950’s BBC TV screen. The Hoi Polloi dancing through the…

The Boredom Grill House on Greasy Street

Went to the seaside for a short break, already depressed but trying to keep positive. Started to read, “How to win friends and influence people” by Dale Carnegie, this was very informative until I was told that he probably committed suicide. Further to this our Premier Inn was located next to the local grill house, the smell of which was…