mosquitos

…. just non specific insect nonsense ….

nibbling midges and pesky mosquitos. horrible critters!
you should deffo go get a gecko
I love the way they clockwork scuttle vertically up the side of a wall!
the one i wore to the summer party got confiscated by security as very late, i finally left the funky fish club.

Once, in Turkey, half way through the night i was awakened by the irksome drone of a mozzie
half woke, flapped my arm about, ‘wazzat’, thinking it might be the early morning call to prayer, the wail away of the meuzzin in the mosque, so then flopped back down onto the pillow
woke up next morning to find a blood splotch i had accidentally crushed teh poor mosquito as i rolled over during the night
just as it was suckling my blood, belly fully laden, so bloated it was unable even to take off. yeuchh.

when we were kids we used to pour kettles full of boiling water over trails of ants and flying ants, for a child a real sense of cruel omnipotence
oh and the worms, my older sister (6) had but a vague notion of reproduction and said that if you cut a worm in half then it makes 2 worms, as both halves wriggle away.
(now i know this is not true!), we’d spend many a happy hour kindly chopping them in half
……
The death of yet another worm is still on my conscience
whilst hitching thru’ austria i got stuck on a quiet country lane, the rule of thumb, slept in a ditch, woke up, rather bedraggled.
A beautiful sunny morn, mountains away in the distance, ho hum, bugger all in the way of cars
a worm crawled up onto the tarmac to warm itself, but then started wriggling itself straight across the road. you foolish bootlace!
I thought hmm i’d better rescue it or it will get runover,
but then i thought, well what if i wasn’t here? maybe if i pretend i’m not here then by the laws of sympathetic magic, maybe i won’t be anymore!
ie i will have succesfully got a lift and begone
also i must admit i was quite curious as to whether colditz, great escape style he’d make it?
anyway, he nearly got there ‘go worm go!’
but then a car came along. Vrooom. splattercated flat worm. oh dear. i genuinely felt guilty.
…..part of me is still by that dusty roadside in austria.

I need some kids

… from an epic post
………..
pick me! pick me!
I’m Ghanain.
Me, Nkrumah and Michael Essien
well kind of, i was conceived there, but the fogies caught a boat back home the month before i was born
apparently a very rough crossing, my poor mum… but i do have a fine pair of sea legs and, grogwise, can hum a couple of sea shanties, well, actually ‘what shall we do with the drunken sailor’ mostly

i could prob act the portly fellow too
or get pavarotti!

I know nothing about the bloke, but he did always seem to be enjoying himself…, which can’t be a bad thing
i saw loads of operas in prague, well the first half of them, in the winter, in the squat it was a bit nippy on a winters eve, so used to pop up to the opera house to keep warm.
Baqck then it was state sponsered so extremely cheap, such a gorgeous, building, ornate icing sugar art nouveau ceilings, such opulence!
Used to be fun to shuffle tramplike to my seat amongst the top hats and frocks of folk in their posh togs
My downfall was always a tipple of wine in the interval, and the seats were such comfortable plush red velvet, so i’d snore thru’ the second half. soothed by the melodrama of the cataclysmic caterwaul of tubby folk bellow singing on stage

…anyway photoshoots, i’ve only been in 3, one for the dss, a recent mental health one and as a drummer in aidans rock band.
Ha the one where wai was ukélélé playing lead guitarist

land of the lotus eaters

far from be it for me to cast aspersions about Nasturtiuns, but they be an edible flower!
If i recall they go rather well perched atop a salad and have a peppery taste
’tis somehow wonderfully macarbe to munch nashers down into the petals of a flower

are there any other edible flowers?

I was explaining to Finn the other day, ‘oh there are many snackable flowers, such as nasturtiuns… and… err…ummm…err (quick change of subject)… nasturtiuns and sea urchins.. those spiny critters live to be at least 200 years old! Which i guess explains why they haven’t evolved much over millenia. Just loafing about on the sea bed’

Nasturtiuns tho’ are great. Scatter a handful of seeds in a sunny spot by the backdoor and… with no watering, nor encouragement away they go, weedy creeper, strangle, straggle and bedraggle. Come the summer, here a blob, there a blob everywhere a daub daub. just gaudy orange colour.
smartie pants. e-additive bright.
The best bit tho’, love a frog, is that they have huge lily pad leaves, these pool water.
of a milk misty dew strewn morn, each leaf adorned with a perfect pearl of moisture.

nacreous man, if not mostly nonsense!
….i have a feeling nacreous was nabokovs favourite word. sm?

doze

aww
tho’ my memories of new borns are of them being in high dudgeon, a caterwaulin’ hullaballoo!
asleep they do have the most amazing serene vibe about them
gosh. sarah and si must be really near to having their sproglet!

noahs ark

supersaturated soggyiness. my shorts absorbed so much moisture on the cycle voyage to work that they heffalump weighed me down.
better off in a pedalo.
luckily tho’ i have a dressing up box below my box and have donned my emergency colourful hippy flares
the raindrops were huge globule projectiles ‘honey i shrunk the kids’
drowndead rats,fur plastered to scalp by any estimate two glastonburys worth of rain in half an hour
the water was pummel gushing off the roof of the Concorde, I mused Tarzan Johnny Weissmuller style behind the bead curtain of a waterfall
….aprés moi le deluge as the little fella said