Author: basgallop

… in other astonishing news… midst the mid november drab… i’ve just descaled the kettle… a new skill, black belt!… think i’ve cracked this working from home malarkey
both kids, blooming cheek, had complained, offending kettle once profoundly dragon scaled… no longer… my green tea (‘supreme matcha green’) now tastes like its made from freshly boiled swimming pool water… after some kid has peed in it
tho to be fair thats how it usually tastes anyway

yonder merfolk bloke harkens to the briney depths

best boyband posturing, youth on lead scowl, whilst i embody tall

Auds: Is that the new album cover? 😉 x

album! what be these things of which thee speak?… how refreshingly 1980’s… no, as well you know, i’ve always been a ‘one hit blunder’… our 2017 tour shall comprise of turning on the christmas lights in ?? berkhamstead! x

boodha soup! butternut squash soup, buddha on the spring board, and err a sainsburys bag… all accompanied by cumbia music
think butternut squash is dull and tasteless? as a vegetarian ever shudder when the only grub on a sunday pub menu is Artisan Drizzled Butternut Gubbins with Risotto
well yes! but on a rainy bonfire eve morning crank up the accordion fuelled colombian rhythms and roast to your hearts content… chuck in chilli and garlic … and yes lots more random stuff
pumpkins! pah! pumpkins are for bumpkins…buddha soup for budapest! FTW!… and ooh ahh fireworks galore later! have a good un x

ah yes pictures of lunch! thats why we invented the internet!

a man and his marrow, what with frosts and fogs and frogs and whatknot
i have been forced to harvest my last oh so tender fruits, marrow and smattering of pomme d’oro
summer she be gawn! welcome king winter x

gourd-on is a moron… loved this song when i was a teenager… transpires tis john shuttleworth….

ha, fetching, in a frou frou sparkle kinda way! was once sherbaileys but nowadays is usually worn by me when i’m on the door at festies
its a delight when you can raid your daughters wardrobe for snazz natty clobber! x

Jess: Oh I miss you merry baggggsss!!!

coaxed down to the beach by the early morning slumber balm of sunshine, ha, an hour or so snaffled from the maul of work, always the sweeter
there to ponder a few flakes of flint, fallen from their bed in the chalk cliffs above, ocean smoothed, enthralled by the sheen, sea mirrored… old wisdom of stone… gneiss next to gnosis?
our anscestors would always have spent their winters sheltered somewhere near the sea… rich pickings… here to guzzle seaweed, pluck slobbery mussels off the rocks at low tide, else greedy eye the tantalise, scaley glitter of fish
omnivores, we are not much in the way of beasts of fang and claw? rather the boon of flint and fire, creatures of curiosity, ingenuity… humour, shared stories, each other that has ever buoyed us up
the restless jostle of waves on the beach… the lick and spit of flame gnawing at wood… aloft midst branches, the soothe gentle pummel of wind through leaves
with this eternal stir forth from stillness
world speaks through us

edit… can seldom resist embellishing with words… just struck me how extraordinarily BLESSED we are to live on this stretch of coast.the beach 5 mins down the way, a quick spot of beach combing after a blustery learner driver practice around the car park… finn, not me!

love the sea in its wild froth chaos turmoil, but actually in so many of its beautifully varied capricious moods

seldom a day goes by without spending some time here, on the cliffs, up on the downs or out in the leaf strewn woods… such a profound, ancient and astonishing land

eat a minor mountain of pistachios, bounce around room to early 80’s ska, ponder the polite drabness on view out the window, rumblefish chilli, soul softly surfaces through eyes
…a usual (and productive) work from home day

RP: But you have no ears!

What’s that? Can’t hear you?super sleek like a salamander, at least ya can see my eyes! We ain’t all blessed with immense auricular flanges?xx

AB: all the better to ignore you with…

Haven’t stopped sobbing! X

money! rummaging down the back of sofa, looking neath piles of clobber un-dust-disturbed for centuries, midden-hoard gaurded by smaug!
i have unearthed 42 of these leaden gold dullard shinys… at first i thought it was 23… anyway more than mere fingers and toes allow
also many sea shells, hag stones and my first ever mobile phone… treasure galore!
my policy with loose change is to heave it out of pockets into strewn heft heaps, presuming that with teenagers in the house, they will fillet the piles, for chunky coinage for bus fare useage
these they missed!!
2 weeks left… what shall i do with them? how shall i squander?
half on bauble-age, half on a good cause? i reck
for some reason i am pondering bonkers newton, who not only spent longer writing mystical alchemical treatise than investigating gravity
but in his later life as guardian of the Royal Mint became obsessed with catching coin clippers… those that parmesan grate toenail clippings metal melt down and recongeal!
indeed