December 18th

the child inside dies
with wisdom comes the sadness
kindness in my dreams

June 2nd

light splatters the walls

wildebeest throng grunt and grind

flesh pressed in the swill

Maybe I’m just getting old. As designated driver, I could watch the pub fill up with cold sober detachment and observe the behaviours of human wildlife, much like David Attenborough would be, commenting on migratory wildebeest on the savannah. It was bloody carnage just trying to get to the loo. These smooth dance music places just aren’t for me! Glad I had a seat!

March 14th

Sampson fantasy,

Clipper emasculation,

No more flowing locks.

 

Ok, a silly one today. I’ve been promising to get my haircut. Although I like long(ish) hair, it’s:

1) Hard to maintain, it just grows into a virile afro-bush most days

2) Takes forever to dry

3) I’m useless at straightening it (I tried once and nearly melted my ears)

4) I don’t want to end up looking like one of those ridiculous middle aged men with a massive receding spam head and a stringy mess of pathetic spider web like strands dragged forward and sideways to give the impression of volume and style. (some would argue I’ve already caught this train!)