November, 2011

Kicking Against the Pricks

A Double Whopper with Cheese, and a full-fat Coke. Just a small gesture. A little token resistance. Probably not a big deal in the grand scheme of things. But today it just felt good to do something bad. And believe me, I’ve been really good. I’ve towed the line. I’ve done as I’m told. I’ve […]

Beware The Blood Count

I’m different. I have a different constitution, I have a different brain, I have a different heart. I got tiger blood, man. Dying’s for fools, dying’s for amateurs. Charlie Sheen. If only I was more like Charlie. How much do you know about blood? Unless you happen to be in the medical racket, probably not […]

The C Word #4

For better or for worse

It’s 1am, and I’ve been lying in the dark composing this in my head. I want to write it down now while it’s still fresh. It could be gone in the morning. You are sleeping quietly beside me, and the dog is having one of those strange animated dreams at my feet. Today was our […]

Testing. One-Two. One-Two.

I hesitate to use the term “Bucket List”, but shall we just say that on Sunday I got to tick off one of my lifelong ambitions. I got to play in a band. I’ve talked elsewhere here about what a huge part music has always played in my life. Since the early seventies, I have […]

Hitting the nail upon the top

This was among the comments that I was moderating this morning. I cant work out whether it is genuine, or just randomly generated spam, of which I do get quite a lot. It appears to come from a legitimate .org website about blood-pressure so I fondly choose to believe it’s for real. It’s just so […]

A little more off the top perhaps sir?

Wake up you sleepy head Put on some clothes, shake up your bed Put another log on the fire for me I’ve made some breakfast and coffee Look out my window and what do I see A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me All the nightmares came today And it […]

The C Word #3

The unseen hand

“Fear is a tyrant and a despot, more terrible than the rack, more potent than the snake.” Edgar Wallace The Clue of the Twisted Candle (1916)   Let’s talk about fear. Cold, black, 3am in the morning, skull-crushing, bowel-shaking fear. I have had a long and intimate relationship with it. It’s the emotion that has […]

Take 21 of these and call me in the morning

It’s OK. I’m still here. If you’re picturing me, hunched, pale  and shaking, gripping the cold bathroom porcelain with thin, white clammy fingers. Then I’m sorry to have to disappoint you, but nothing could be further from the truth. If I’ve been a bit quiet for the past few days, it’s not because I’m loitering […]

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