Imogen on New Year’s Day
For the first time in her life she had a plan that was for her own happiness. It was simple plan that required her to be patient, which she knew she was. Continue Reading
For the first time in her life she had a plan that was for her own happiness. It was simple plan that required her to be patient, which she knew she was. Continue Reading
Two months ago, during Covid Lockdown, the time finally came to accept the fact that drinking booze has never done any good, ever. Fractured and fracturing memories would vouch for this statement if they possibly could. Continue Reading
The back of our house is falling off, sliding slowly into brick death, and the insurance company is a phone maze with goodness knows what at the end of it? But things could be worse. Continue Reading
Insomnia and Lockdown have ganged up and forced me to watch and then become obsessed with something very alien to me. Let’s dig deeper. Continue Reading
Real insomnia is a relationship wrecker, it’s a straight road to madness, it’s a hallucinogen, it’s a soul sapper. So, where’s the fun side? Here we go… Continue Reading
Today is 15 years to the day since I spoke the eulogy at my daughter, Zuzu’s funeral. She was eight years old, nine that September had she lived that long, she had died two weeks previously. I’m sitting at home… Continue Reading
I’ve been a statue for a hundred years or so now. Prior to that I was a loose mixture of metals, a gang if you will. Very disorganised, a little shallow maybe, quite violent when in a heated situation. Young… Continue Reading
It’s 1976, a boy has a smoke and meets a girl He sat in the churchyard, feeling the fag packet in his pocket. He didn’t want to go home where all his relatives would have arrived in black, trying to… Continue Reading
Fathers Day in the UK is rolling around again. Every year since my daughter Zuzu died in July 2005 in her room in my flat in Sydney I contend with this day. This year it’s hit me in a different… Continue Reading
Today he thought he was Christ. He wasn’t Christ but today he thought he was Christ because being Christ was a great deal more interesting than Jonathan Craig Baynes of Whitchurch Avenue. Jon wasn’t mad, he was simply bored. Very,… Continue Reading