The Toad with Butterfly Wings. |
The toad is a signifcantly less amourous creature than the butterfly. (Or even the frog). Indeed the toad is one of the most ozing and unpleasant of the animal kingdom. (On a par perhaps with the eel)...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 07:28:00 GMT |
High Hopes for the Future. |
All this world I find confusing. Disillusionment doesn’t do it justice. Every time my mouth opens I can’t help but feel stupid, transfixed and utterly bewildered. Falling in love...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 07:54:00 GMT |
Mr McGillan |
It would be fair to say that yesterdays funeral had not gone pleasantly. Indeed the whole affair had not even started well. Constant bickering between the older guests. Violent outbusts by the clergy ...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 07:21:00 GMT |
Winter Days |
Let me tell you there is no glamour or niceities in winter. The poets paint pictures of soft snow sledge rides (spending winter with rich patrons). To me there is nothing delicate in four months of re...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 05:30:00 GMT |
Sammys Advice |
'Too many girls only confuse a man. They're everywhere for a good looking young fella like your self Blaylock. To try and charm them all is folly but a word of warning kid. The hottest ones know ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 07:42:00 GMT |
Mookie Blaylock (part 1) |
Things had been going as well as could be expected since my imprisonment in Kingstown prison. (How I got here is not todays story, all you need to know for now is that it was an acciden...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 04:46:00 GMT |
The Fruit Seller. |
Things had been going on swimmingly since my arrival. I'd taken tremendously well to the natives and Youbo enthusiasts alike. All wandering druids strolling the miles by night down mend...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 07:38:00 GMT |
These Days |
All those things that I never wrote down. In truth its been a busy time. The social calender full of engagements. The sort where it would be rude not to show face. Drinking on drinking and smokeo...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 09:47:00 GMT |
Jackawod |
There was something fictional about the township of Jackawod. A pagan circus town of gypsies and nerdowells. More full of sex than violence with jungle backdrop. A colourful place in many ways. The po...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 09:24:00 GMT |
Shrimp Bailey |
On the buses again, cruising across the lands, south to Jackawod, sat with all manner of impoverish cretins. A hubba bubba of language I sit alone gazing out the window. Shimmering with excitment...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 09:35:00 GMT |
