We all need a bit of stability in our lives. For some it is easier than others.
wobble bottle
February 27th, 2010Middle England
February 24th, 2010With a million single mothers all sponging off the state
The need for right wing government simply cannot wait.
Our streets are crammed with buggies, it really is a bore
the way it spoils our school-run in our Audi four-by-four.
The little bastards’ parents if daddy can be caught,
Should be forced to marry or encouraged to abort.
If not, then stop their benefits, it simply could not fail.
Well, that’s what Richard Kay said in last week’s Daily Mail.
Tramp
February 23rd, 2010
Homeless Dog
February 23rd, 2010
Drunks
February 23rd, 2010
Bridge
February 23rd, 2010
Coal miner
February 23rd, 2010
Sitting Girl
February 23rd, 2010
deep within life
February 23rd, 2010you came into this world
born to a life of sin
your elders gather round
smiling deep from within
the new dawn is here
sun beating down
no wind around, too much heat
your strength will never be beat
Mascot
February 21st, 2010At 1 o’clock the ground was already bustling with people as the mascot reported for duty. The parking attendant orchestrated. A room at the back of the club shop provided the kit for the day.
Yellow stewards bibs abounded. Black clad doormen, wired for sound, occasionally touched an ear and accepted his presence as he entered the inner sanctum, a place known only to players, managers and mascots, the elite.
Life’s a struggle
February 21st, 2010Life’s a struggle, when you are a paperboy and it has been snowing all night. As I drove out to get some coal in the Jeep this morning I passed a paperboy trying to make headway on his bike. It somehow made me think of the Pony Express and how the mail must get through.
In this case it wasn’t just the mail. It was the Sunday Times, Telegraph, Express, News of the Screws and others. This doesn’t quite bring the same sense of urgency especially as I long since stopped taking a Sunday paper in favour of reading it all on the internet.
Returning with a boot full of fuel and birdseed I saw another paperboy laden down with a heavy shopping trolley. His face was a picture of grit and determination, the attraction of payday on a Saturday outweighing the obstacles to getting the job done.
Guest Beers at the Victoria, Union Road, Lincoln
February 20th, 2010Hook Norton Old Hook 4.6% £3.15
Batemans GHA 4.2% £2.95
Batemans Hooker 4.5% £ 2.95
Hook Norton Double Stout 4.8% £3.25
Spectrum Spring Promise 4.5% £3.15
the break
February 18th, 2010master class
what is this thing called snow?
February 18th, 2010snow covered palm trees, somewhat out of place
snow bathing, it’s no use if a tan is the target
snow joke for the lifeguard, coldly surveying the scene
there’s no business, like the UK February half term holiday
the snow – it came, it went, it was soon forgotten. a mythological entity, historical curiosity, or both.
Resistible
February 17th, 2010I have a somewhat homely face,
my nose is wrong, I’m told,
and my body never would have graced a Playgirl centrefold.
But though I’m no Lothario,
I own a natural charm,
I’ve always had a woman on my arm.
But the supply’s run dry.
I think I know why.
My bloom of youth has faded,
my mirror tells the truth,
my joie-de-vivre is jaded,
I’m too long in the tooth.
Affairs unfold so rarely now,
sporadic, inconsistent,
the last one was so long ago,
my love-life’s nonexistent.
Since then there hasn’t been a nibble,
not a soupcon, not a trace;
no maiden, ms or errant miss
has even granted me a kiss.
The upshot’s this:
I’ve become resistible.