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”
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Cars, Plums and Grapes
It´s amazing what a trip to the shops can do. I live 10 minutes walk from a Supermarket in Las Palmas de Gran Canaria. Sometimes I drive there though that usually takes longer than 10 minutes because of the one way system and traffic lights. SO today I walked there as I only needed aContinue reading “Cars, Plums and Grapes”
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.”
I love Kazakhstan
Well I have been living here in Almaty since January and it is a beautiful place. It has the second best prettiest women in the world – Liverpool Judy’s always win. But I have to laugh at some of the names I have come across recently. There are ladies called Karlygash, Nazgul and Nurgul. PlusContinue reading “I love Kazakhstan”
Istanbul 2. Reflections and an Introduction to Rumi.
I think a hangover makes jet-lag so much easier to bear. Eventually I arose Monday morning and decided to do the tourist bit, so headed to the City centre in one of the many millions of taxis that constantly patrol the streets. Don’t get into a taxi and ask for ‘Haggia Sofia’ even though theContinue reading “Istanbul 2. Reflections and an Introduction to Rumi.”
Back again.
Long summer break. Very lazy with posts. Spent all of my writing time editing my latest fantastically hilarious book featuring the voluptuous Fairy Hanny. “Trans Uranic Elements: The Dark Side of Uranus.” will be available via Amazon as a Paperback or Kindle version before the end of the year. Love and kisses, Swifty
Istanbul 1 : Getting Lost and finding Old Friends.
Atatürk Airport 9.30 pm on a Saturday night. Check papers, work your way through customs, throw off the term spent in Kazakhstan. Greeted by an old friend and guided to his Gaff. Meet the charming new partner; fantastic dinner with lovely wine. But then out in the City by midnight looking for a bar thatContinue reading “Istanbul 1 : Getting Lost and finding Old Friends.”
The sayings of DC Jason Beaver
Sadly young Beaver is not the smartest detective at the picnic. He misquotes though I’m not sure if it is deliberate or not… Water off a Dutch back. No pockets in a crowd. Daft as a bush. You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him think. Too many cooks spoil theContinue reading “The sayings of DC Jason Beaver”
On First encounter with Rumi.
Sitting, watching, pondering, wandering. Istanbul bookshops and bizarre bazaars; favourite city, Oozing my childhood testament from every pore, City battered and beaten and rocked to its core. “Simon! Simon! Phillip wants your money, pay up or die!” Armies marching, marching, marching; did you hear that Mr March? Constantinople; Byzantium; Istanbul. Three Cities in One, likeContinue reading “On First encounter with Rumi.”
Fairy Hanny 