Month: November 2012

oooh i just had to sign a document (just a domain registration) by squiggling with a mouse on the computer screen. coo-o-o-l ! …..it must be said it looked nothing like my usual bold scrawl, which i always darn near engrave.. the fierceness of my determination, the folly of that never letting go jaw grip, in fact, it was but a paltry shadow of my signature, as tho infected with a bout of keatsian palsy… all his poems mention palsy at least 5 times!.. i digress… electroslugnature! some how i resisted the urge to squiggle a smiley face, retaining the all important beaureacratic mind set… but where will it end??? etch-a-sketch birth certificates. yep.

Richard Basgallop
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs;
Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
22 October at 12:21 · Like

Richard Basgallop aw rather beautiful words from jk…. ode to a nightingale
22 October at 12:23 · Like

Richard Pendry Electroslugnature. Great band name.
22 October at 13:30 · Like

Richard Basgallop ha. lets do it! you can play your ukelele, and i’ll oh i don’t know have a bash at the kazoo or maracas… what was your lovely carved instrument called a mugwump? began with m anyway

does anyone actually like the taste of spirulina? be honest.. of course i love the fact that drinking it makes me feel that i will live FOREVER! plus the name is so beautiful, as i say it i feel my head turning gently in giddy spirals, the colour? a sumptous, vibrant gorgeous blue green, in fact i am easily able to convince myself i am drinking the primordial ooze of the creature from the black lagoon.. algae algernon… but the taste. gak.

Thilaka Rather that than wheat grass (barf) any day…. I like to call it an earthy taste… feels better 🙂
20 October at 10:01 · Like

Richard Basgallop ooh haven’t tried that one, sounds err loamy? you’ve sold it to me, something that foul must have harmonious medicinal orgone-o-spheric properties x
20 October at 10:05 · Like

Richard Basgallop drinking spirulina reminds me a teensy bit of san pedro, powerful connotations
20 October at 10:07 · Like

Richard Basgallop looking at the pic, why i’ve most certainly had days like that. ‘oi. get your grubby paws off spirulina breath!’.. sigh… reluctant frump! .. gawd ranting on my own status (again), much to do, theres some corking creature from the black lagoon photos out there tho peeps!
20 October at 10:11 · Like

Richard Basgallop ha! blimey been a long while since i’ve snarfed (is that a word?) a shot of tequila… bug eyed and bleary, wheat grass slammers at 5:00 in the morning …anyone? xxx
20 October at 15:07 · Like · 1

Carl barley grass juice powder is quite tasty x
20 October at 15:19 · Like

Richard Basgallop i shall have to give it a whirl, ta, a whole world of herbal delights out there to sample x
20 October at 15:22 · Like

Carl juice powder rather than just powder…much better in every way

Man on Wire is on bbc iPlayer, well worth watching again, beautiful, flamboyant, poetic, crazy … french.. and at its heart, between the main characters, all very different in their personalities, it seems to me to be about love and friendship

http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b00m0mbt/Storyville_20082009_Man_on_Wire/

Beautiful Women everywhere
Often astounded by how many I know, a blessing
I love to saunter through the north laine on a sunshine strewn day
having come from yoga, or singing or meditation, from midst the serenity of the buddhist center
slightly exalted, yet tethered, born anew into the flow of sight, sound and touch, this sensual sparkle
pop into infinity foods to sniff the herbal tea bags, flirt with a shop assistant, buy a solitary beetroot
later i will see the kids, or meet a friend for coffee, else off to dance
coming from something, going somewhere, yet somehow, to surf, here, on the cusp, allow the spaciousness to blossom,
nowt to do, but my, we are mighty with potential
beautiful women everywhere
of course everyone knows the strong love, the whole hoopla, where you are skywards flung in joyful pole vault (fosby flop!?)
aye, but then some people forever sit heavy on our heart, the gnaw of bones, beauty midst the ancient sadness
but nah, a gentle touch then move on, love diluted through playfulness, world is a meadow of smiles
words that flourish through the spontaneity of their own saying
so i set my stroll, my heart, for the sea
love that wants nothing but the joy of its own unfurling
beautiful women everywhere

england beat san marino. gasp! bbc news tells me. again? rather a flash back to the 70’s typical late night mid week match i’d be listening on my binatone clock radio and someone like Norman Hunter would lumpen burly home the winner late in the second half, the san marino keeper was always a postman. why? are mail delivery folk particularly good shotstoppers? do they have a panache for wearing table tennis bat pimple style gloves? but sheesh san marino, i reckon you’d be just as hard pressed to beat hersham comrades under 13’s (hersham conrads?)… the obvious suggestion would be to round up all these tiddly countries, you know san marino, andorra, the faroe islands, collect the milk men, the seal herders, the dishwasher operatives and put them all in one fabulous harlem globe trotters superfly team… you could call them scotland

finally made it for a swim down the baths today after a 6 month respite, as my shoulders were grumbling at being continually brawny and tense… the lovely woman on the turnstile was as chatty as ever… and only charged me senior citizen rate, ha, at least the 2 quid saved can go towards oh i dunno a vast vat of lugubrious anti wrinkle cream, else a douse, a 30 secs frolic in the flame of eternal youth. bit like in the movie She?? in the pool it was just me and a couple of grannys all a dawdle breast stroke. i powered past ‘eat my wake ethel’.. 100 lengths. hither then thither. a plod. the long sojourn of lengths. amazing how swimming gets your endorphins (dolphins) flowing. of course it would be perfect to allow thoughts to gently subside, to think nothing, to feel only the whale song softly pummeling from the depths, that which is always there? that which abides? …but nah i’m a sparkle splash about in the shallows fellow, a continual babble of thoughts sound rebounding about my space helmet… mostly i thought of the things i love about the world, in no particular order… my kids, hugging, yoga, dance, the himalayas, poems, trees, my family, snorkeling over a coral reef, jogging, purple, pink, green, orange, india, spain, prague, brighton, meditating, the feel of wood, the touch of a lover, grover washington jnr, washboards, the simpsons, singing, silk, cake bowls, football,spring, summer, autumn, chess, cheese, toboggans, smorgasboard (?), festivals, kahlua, aloha, fractals, dogs, whistling kettles, old uncle tom cobbledy and all! crikey! do i like pina coladas getting caught in the rain? dunno. just dunno