Something told me it was over; Actually It was Etta James. See. When I sensed, You and him kissing. Istanbul Modern walking down the rain poured path, Clear my suede shoes. They´re not blue! No I left them at the causeway between here and now. Soaked Wet Naked We both endedContinue reading “Man Shook!”
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My right foot
She who must not be mentioned says she must not be mentioned. So I will talk about my right foot. It is still there, despite an attempt many years ago by a taxi driver, who due to lack of sleep and lack of intelligence, decided to drive his taxi through my motorcycle. This wouldContinue reading “My right foot”
I suppose ´stupid´ is the best word
So there is this woman I know. Cute in a tall sort of way. I´m not sure if you call her east European as she is from Belarus which apparently is still part of Russia. I never quite got a grip of the Decline and Fall of the Soviet Empire. Anyway, she´s nice. We metContinue reading “I suppose ´stupid´ is the best word”
Women, women, women and women!
So Anna is angry at me for wanting to promote her Art work through my Twitter and Facebook accounts. I would normally drop one of her pictures in here but I will give it a miss this time. I don´t get it! Creative people who want to commercialise their work need publicity – yes? Continue reading “Women, women, women and women!”
Friends, stupidity, the beach, boobs and bums
Today I got stuck on a couple of paragraphs, attempting to explain the delights of floating down the River Thyme on a barge. I had the two Elf´s, Mad Tom of Bedlam, Mad Magdalene and Fairy Hanny on the barge of Mr. O´Nighon. I just couldn´t make the text flow like I saw the riverContinue reading “Friends, stupidity, the beach, boobs and bums”
The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.
So there I was in Almaty! In love? Friends though she was quite a tease. We were each dating separately but occasionally went out together. Definitely in the friend zone with this beautiful young lady. Cést la vie! Oh yes we went to a French restaurant as she sometimes worked there; sometimes we ate there.Continue reading “The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.”
Soft surf Peniscola beach.
Kicking through the gentle surf, I see Sea; Life and death. Water of life bitter to taste, killing the tree, Death is the Sea Shells Sanctuary. Broken Rocks, Broken hearts. Even your name evokes in me; Peniscola! Penis, giver of life whether desired or not, Six percent? Cola refreshing the parts we dare not mention;Continue reading “Soft surf Peniscola beach.”
Svetlana
When first I came to Kazakhstan, I never dreamt of Lana Scan. Or how on Earth it could ever be That I would see myself in effigy. Backstabbing cronies telling lies I want to stab them in the eyes, And ride roughshod upon their heads As I set fire to their feather beds. Continue reading “Svetlana”
Dealing with Change
I’ve been through so many changes over the last decade I’m no longer sure what day it is. I’ve lived in Florida, Doha (twice), UK, Chengdu China, Abu Dhabi and Almaty Kazakhstan. Ten jobs, two wives and lots or gorgeous friends! So when I saw this I had to share… ” How do you dealContinue reading “Dealing with Change”
Fantastic artist
One of my friends, Anna Margatskaya, will be exhibiting at The Brick Lane Gallery, London next month. You will love her work. http://www.margasha.kz
Fairy Hanny 