A sad, tragic, dismal culmination of events that saw defeat snatched from the jaws of victory; the gods of genius not so much unfavourable . . . more kept at bay by a needy beast desperately determined to fulfil its own agenda. Continue reading
Following on from last week’s post, which got tweaked not once, but twice after posting, a little something about perfection:
We all know someone who posts them, but never do it ourselves . . . Continue reading
Videos of surprised faces as pressies are opened; before and after pics of dinner, the pudding, and various alcoholic drinks likewise. All delivered instantaneously; not shown half-arsed Continue reading
It’s Christmas. TV and media are shoving images of lovely things to eat in our faces hand over fist.
As a vegetarian, all this revelling over dead carcasses doesn’t make for fun viewing 😦
Before becoming one, there was a time I didn’t get it for a second; even being known to scoff at, instead of consider the view.
These days I frequently see/hear ‘snowflake‘ used in relation to fellow flesh-dodgers. Continue reading
Brunch; could it be any other way?
Personally, my favourite mash-up-meal-time is lafternoon tea.
Nothing like a good giggle while quaffing piles of little triangle sandwiches and chunky slices of cake.
All washed down with copious lashings of Rosie, of course. Continue reading
Fuck it. I’ve started digging at people now, so might as well carry on. Besides, it would hardly be fair to pick on just one section of society when they feel lonely and isolated enough as is.
This particular swipe is at those who think Zen is a nice haircut or pair of shoes, expensive car or monster TV; they who claim understanding of science and Evolution, but then invoke karma all over social media when feeling wronged – who do they think’s pulling the cogs of universal fairness then: Continue reading
According to punks of the 70s, the advent of something like the internet meant we’d all be living in an Anarchy Utopia by 2018.
But we’re not, we here with Donald Trump in charge of America, Johnny Rotten selling butter and David Attenborough not even a vegetarian.
What went wrong; is punk dead?
No, cos here’s some punk poetry right f-ing here instead!