Category Archives: Thoughts
Perfidious Chelsea!
How did the Royal Borough go from nice to the nasty mean Local Authority which ignored the needs of the victims of the Grenville fire? Having lived in the Borough for more than twenty years, I watched it change. I…
Election Diary 4: The Apocalypse
Thursday The Last Day, the Day of the Apocalypse. Scudding clouds, patches of dribbling rain, ignored. Absolutely no relevance. This is between me and you, God, whoever you are. The Labour party office in the great Victorian mansion on the…
Election Diary 3: Here comes the Storm….
Saturday I plunged into Bristol West like a dragonfly doesn’t dive into a Barbadian swimming pool. With circumspection tinged with hope. From the Green Hub on Chichester Road, transported by a suitably modest and beaten up red car with only…
Election Diary 2: The Whore of the Hustings
In this most sudden and crucial election it behoves a bloke or a bird to pick sides. The agonising on Social Media rises up to the heavens causing cherubs to fall off their clouds and the very gods themselves to…
ELECTION DIARY – Translations!
What does it all MEAN, fa f-sake! Mourning for Manchester Every blogger in the world is writing about Manchester. Rather than repeat all the horror we feel, the sense of desperation in the face of the senseless slaughter of innocents,…
What will Kill Me? Decisions decisions…
When I was young and dumb, before AIDS was invented – or rather before we knew about it – I wrote this very stupid poem: (To be recited in a posh Chelsea Sloane-Ranger voice) “Eau! For a terminal…
A Love Letter from Tokyo
Lucky me! Invited by Sasori to spend 10 days in Japan! Here are my initial thoughts… A Bullshit Interpretation of Japanese History Theory: the Japanese are pan-galactic superior beings who settled on their tiny islands and embarked on a centuries-long…
Karate Crisis #5
My JKA/KUGB Licence from Enoeda Sensei’s famous Marshall St Dojo 1977 The book “Karate Stupid” by Scott Langley is a salutary read for a Western karate-ka, or “Gaijin” as the Japanese call us. “Gaijin” basically means Foreigner, the implication being…
A Beast…a Short Story
Another story in the Nasty Little Things Collection. I remember my first victim so well. They say you always remember your first time and since I’ve never had proper sex, my first murder took my virginity. He was my…