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Old Salt

goggle-eyed fish and things

The Antics Roadshow

He's facing the old man down soon as the car door slams. This is it. He graciously tolerated her howler monkey housemate, his 'Whojoo thinkyoowar's and the needly-fingered local doubled over the bar

Bag of Weasels. Chapter 9

Another day, another weasel...

National novel writing month (chapters 5 and 6 - unedited)

She clicked on the file of her housing Officer, unhelpful little fucker, she said to herself. I'll get him one Day, get the little fucker sacked.

Intellectuality

Webster tells no lies

Last Day of the Reich

Hitler was in trouble again.

A Revelatory Ghazal

A ghazal is an ancient form where each stanza must be a self-contained 'idea'. In some versions the poet's name must feature in the final line. How cool. Here's an extract: I'm changing. The bible is an excellent book, full of intertextuality and foreshadowing.

My Life Oy Vay 6 (Diary of a drunk.)

MY LIFE OY VAY 6 (Diary of a drunk) CIDER RULES THE HOUSE. Wake up to a nightmare. Thatcher on television. I thought she was dead. Throbbing head so decide to use the 'cure'. I get 6 Solpadeine and dissolve them into a glass of cider. Swig the lot down. I once tried that with Andrews liver salts and almost drowned in a sea of spume. Feel immediately better until I turn my attention to the TV and Thatcher. Apparently she's 80 and is losing her marbles and can't speak. Rejoice! There is a God.

The Man in the Storm

I am governed by an image of a picture that is hung in the galleries of my mind. An entire room is devoted to it, with high white ceilings and acres of floor.

Due on the First....

"Rent Parties" the good old days of getting your rent paid on the due date!

VOID

VOID My life is empty No laughter lies here Just pain and misery And plenty of tears Happiness is a word Sorry is its friend I wonder when my sorrow will end What do I do to find blue skies?

When Will It Ever End?

When will it ever end? When will my skin become my friend? Oh enemy of mine, please be fair And make me feel fine We are supposed to be one you and I When will this anguish ever cease? When will i stop shedding my fleece?

National novel writing month (chapters 3 and 4 - unedited)

Chapter 3 Lance Lance got up at 5am, picked up his papers and headed for his car, he had to be in Nottingham by 9am and usually left at this sort of hour to beat the traffic, he could work on the way up, which today meant write the speech he was going to give to a group of Nottingham worthies about the new education bill, as if he gave a shit about education, all his kids had been privately educated, mostly paid for by his wife, who

Like Me/ Its Perspective

out of focus, out of reality

Dreams Close In

*sigh* it does you know

Reality Slips

Walking home i sliped into a daydream ish thing. i was home before i knew i was walking

Homeward

"Abba "Beastyboys "Er¦Kadagoogoo. No. Cream "Dire Straits "ELO "Foogees "G¦Grosby Grills and G'nash¦Genesis "Genesis has a J sound not a G " Keep going, we can't afford to be pedantic. What's next?

55 hours without a fag.

Chip money is good for my fag habit. And I need 10p off someone please¦ But nooo chance of me lending any To anyone, there's 2 weeks 'til I get paid. And I'm going for a walk in a minute,

the greasebomb effect

you like to like them when I do but never ever break the rules. you're not like that, remember. I do remember how you made him look at you the way you did the other time too and sit close ME I'm not polite and interested

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