Archive for August, 2016

Wednesday, August 31st, 2016


And yes, you something told me, I know, and notice I didn’t take.
And yes, my position on a few things I’ve changed.

Tuesday, August 30th, 2016


The hypnotist moved his index finger
slowly back and forth before my eyes
Imagine this is your father’s fob watch, he said –
to which I replied, What’s the time, Dad?

Monday, August 29th, 2016


One can allow for the passivity of the couch potato
(we have all been members of that allotment)
and there is not much wrong with potatoes.

Sunday, August 28th, 2016


We have to think, or days go by to no purpose.
The pleasures we demand are simple and complex; to demand less is to sell ourselves short.

Saturday, August 27th, 2016


Papa, that book you’re reading, what’s it?
And Papa said THE book it is. The Birthday Book.

Friday, August 26th, 2016


Our failure to understand that life is a bugger perhaps brought us to this pass, but perhaps also this has nothing
to do with believing in anything beyond one’s own prejudices.

Thursday, August 25th, 2016



Theresa May is the unelected Prime Minister of Great Britain. But that might be a different Theresa May, come to think of it. Verification procedures and identity checks are underway. In the meantime, I can’t decide if this is an amusing idea or not.

Wednesday, August 24th, 2016


I shall take to the skies alone
and trust in hot air to waft me through and o’er the heavens.

Tuesday, August 23rd, 2016


As a place I have lived in for some time my body has ever been not so much a temple as a log cabin or one of those tin and timber shacks crofters once lived in on The Hebrides and it is not immune to the frailties of the spirit.

Monday, August 22nd, 2016


The picnic was set to go ahead as planned. All we had to do was select the appropriate island build a boat and learn to sail and to justify and honour the wisdom of Providence in all the variety of our circumstances, let them happen how they will.