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
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I Don’t Understand
Following on from Perfect, nobody is; all of us have something we don’t understand. But is that what’s meant when the words are said? Continue reading
Perfect
Following on from last week’s post, which got tweaked not once, but twice after posting, a little something about perfection:
My Big Fat Status Update
We all know someone who posts them, but never do it ourselves . . . Continue reading
Dieting 17th Century Style
Thinking of going on a diet but not sure whether you can face the commitment/lack of overindulgence? Perhaps considering things from a 17th Century perspective might help make up thy mind?
The Magic of Christmas
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
Snowflake’s Delight
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
Why, Brunch, Why?
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
Karma Suit Ya
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
Millennial Punk: The Anti-Social-Media
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!
