… 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
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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….
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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
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
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
apropos of nothing… smelling salts of randomness.. t’other day i was up on the downs at telscombe with sherbailey, was regaling her with the tale of how my arm got smithereened in a bike crash there when she was a baby! see regurgitated very ancient email below… since then that elbow has been weirdly aching so i’ve just spent the last half hour ‘curing’ it by making a collage of me in the arms of barry gibb, all tickety boo now! ………………………………. ……………………………………..
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Always wear a bike helmet! having shattered my elbow, I’m more than relieved not to have fractured my skull, after the crash, the hapless helmet had a huge chunk of plastic gouged off the side and was split, nay sundered in two yuk ok so bike helmets make you look a little gormless, but through the power of self regarding I have always felt myself to resemble a chivalrous Knight, even more so when one one windy day, astride bike, I retrieved our dustbin lid from down the road. A beautiful sunny day when I set off on my adventure, the dilligent trundle up Whitehawk hill, then away across the freedom of the downs, huge gulps of fresh air, the yawn of view away to Lewes, Kingston higgledy piggledy sheltered beneath the escarpment. all was green and vibrant, ‘cepting the fields of rape, a million plants all shouting with one voice (‘what did they shout?’ why the yell of YELLOW!) hurtling down the downs, plodding up the ups. mucho barbed wire fences though, a smidgin steve mcqueen in the great escape Beckonned by bells, it was back on the road into Rodmell, the old stone church next to Virginnia Woolfs house parked on a bench, beneath the fuschia blossoms of a cherry tree, The genteel, the well heeled, the dowdy and the middle aged wandered to church, cows and gravestones, pastoral vibes up I jumped, on down the long hill to Telscoombe village, my head cheerfully singing ‘we’ve got a great big convoy, trucking on through the night’ back on a stoney track, then over the brow of the final hill, I started to accelerate, my hand got bounced away from the brake, by the time I got it back in position, I thought if I brake now I’ll fall off, so I thought I’ll try and ride it out, big mistake, the bike went faster and faster, a pell mell hurtle (when did life become a video game?) huge stone!!!! when I came round a sweet old couple were bending over me ‘you alright’, I thought they were my parents! next a four wheeled drive came swaggering down the hill from the turreted mansion on the hill. it pulled up, out hopped a rock star type, old, tight leather troosers, a stripey top, long hair, hat and sunglasses I was too dazed to know who the mystery millionaire was? but with no great fuss he slung me and my bike into the car and drove me home. when I got home I just started crying, shock!!! a thoroughly miserable experience still my fantasists mind will always summon the image of being wounded and swooned, being carried down the mountainside in the arms of Barry Gibb!
ha! wonderful! middle aged manatee encounters himself for the first time in the realm of virtual reality pics by marie, from her expresso martini, burrito and science birfday i think i was supposed to be solving a puzzle? but got distracted by dancing with myself, groovy entranced! being of a solipsistic disposition, i’ve always enjoyed boogie-ing with my own shadow the best tho, possibly, was dancing with z in the prague hall of mirrors, after sleeping on the hill, near the pong of Rose gardens, neath the eiffel tower mirror myriad me, zee …and bruce lee
‘destroy the image and you will break the enemy!’
May: This was my fav moment from yesterday.. well maybe after breaking into my own flat
Ha! Wave some plastic at the lock and do the tarantella! Easy when you’ve skillz xx
