Jimmy |
Under the trees,at the end of the field.The day we built our camp.We had rusty nails,Sweet cigarettes.A radio that played opera.You showed me a photo,of a nude person.It was your dads.We both kissed h...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Sep 2008 14:12:00 GMT |
Return to Wild Wood |
This England.High sky,mid-afternoon.Its early summertime,and a light rain falls.
Here we both are.Standing.
Hand in hand,amongst trees, bees,butterflies.
A song runs through us.Scents of melody,arpegg...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 07:08:00 GMT |
Final Edition |
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Well, this is it. My final column. It's time to say farewell and wish you good luck. We had some fun...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 11:31:00 GMT |
Love Music, Hate Racism |
My final night here is the 27th April. That night the Millfield hosts the wonderful ’Blockheads and the Sex Patels’. That’s important information and I’ll tell you why.
Some 30...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 12:07:00 GMT |
Gig |
Sitting at the bar, waiting for the band to play. Two-tone drink in hand. The DJ spins late Clash. Pork pie hat enters the room. Then a face that he once knew, loved her beyond sweating speed.’B...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 05:26:00 GMT |
The Funk |
The Bulldog Bites Your Funky AssAs a teenager, I used to dance in public. I even won disco dancing competitions. I had a nickname and everything. My funky moniker was ’Footsie’. I dance in...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 17:58:00 GMT |
Barcelona or Bust! |
Hola.
I spent a lot of time in Barcelona in the nineties. It was cheap enough in those days to spend frequent long weekends there. You could eat great tapas, drink fruity red wine and gaze at the wond...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 16:53:00 GMT |
Things That Dont Matter Number 6 The British Class System |
I was at some 'do' the other week with a playwright that I know. It was a posh affair in Islington, full of canapés and sun dried tomatoes. The wine was politically correct, a Fairtrade crisp w...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 11:29:00 GMT |
Blood Meridian |
I know these things today.
They take years to heal,
to unravel.
Most afflictions,
are a ticking clock.
As a child,
in the beginning,
he was my hero.
He could make me laugh,...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 15:24:00 GMT |
Things That Dont Matter: Singing in public places |
There's a brilliant book worth reading. It's called 'The Fortress of Solitude' and the author is Jonathan Letham. It's about two kids, one black and one white growing up in 1970's Brooklyn. The book c...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 12:59:00 GMT |
