Dare come with as I once again walk where the streets have no name; where sunny avenues can turn dark and foreboding in an instant; where every corner drips with potential to be a cul-de-sac of corrosion; where no u-turns are allowed except for the super rich, Musky and repugnant to the senses as they might be . . . Continue reading
It’s said not all heroes wear capes; but what of non-daring-and-dashing cape wearing types: does anyone give a damn for our dilemma, the misery life is made thanks to comics, movies and TV? It’s a royal pain in the utility belt!
More dark lore from the insidious side of Social Media: Continue reading
About words, well, one word in particular.
There is a coffee maker
Just along the way
Simple and rustic
Open each and every day
A dark rich roast
Mixed with a whiff
Of fresh tobacco smoke Continue reading
Wot with being educated in sarf London, one left skool not well-endowed on the grammar front. Upon realisation of how the wrong 2 can leave a whole sentence in complete error—‘knackered’ as they say where I come from—I recoiled in utmost terror.
With great Gusto, I tried to get much better. Gusto—guess what—did really great, while I just mediocre. Correct me if wrong, I’ll be glad. But a two-way street it’s apparently not, as discovered to my bad.
As purromised last week. Yet somehow still hot of the purress.
This week two f**king poems about cats; next week one poem about Two Cats F**king.
Some thoughts on that lovely stuff known as caramel:
A short story about the memories a beautiful summer can bring. Continue reading