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Continue reading →: Steaming
Yesterday saw me tootling down the Lisburn Road on a shopping expedition to purchase a replacement kettle. Our old one was leaking and I thought it prudent to avoid electrocuting anyone in our kitchen whose only crime was the taste for tea or coffee. I had seen the very thing…
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Continue reading →: How’s the form?
My efforts at writing lack structure and style But that can be learnt if it takes me a while Will I join the throng, the exalted elite Or face disappointment, rejection, defeat? Do I really care if my words are cast out Another word junkie, a slabbering lout Who writes…
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Continue reading →: Sound quality
If music be the food of love, then there were plenty of loved up teenagers at Boucher Playing fields yesterday evening to see Snow Patrol and the support bands. The music didn’t click with me, so I headed home early in the strengthening rain. The sound quality was good. I…
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Continue reading →: Beauty tames the beast
This week, if you saw images of Belfast in the news, you probably saw police officers in riot gear take a pounding from the usual suspects. If you live or work here, you know how to avoid the battlegrounds and might even be allowed to leave work early to avoid…
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Continue reading →: Summer hols reading
What have I been reading this summer holiday? Stonemouth by Iain Banks, The possibility of an island by Michel Houellebecq, Ham on Rye by Charles Bukowski, Jamrach’s Menagerie by Carol Birch and The Business by Iain Banks. OK, I dipped into a Jeremy Clarkson, but it really was as bad as…
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Continue reading →: Les vacances en France
Before I easyjet my way to Bordeaux (where Michel de Montaigne played his part in local government during turbulent times) I thought I’d pen some more twaddle. Luckily I managed to delete my first attempt at picking up where I left off by hitting a key that obviously detects words poorly…
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Continue reading →: Rainy day in London Town
London is a great place to lose yourself. My one-day,all zones travel card saw me visit William in his railway arches in Bermondsey. The cheese guru was hard at it in his cool railway arches, but offered to cook me lunch and introduced me to his co-workers. My travels took…
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Continue reading →: Grey matters
Greyness pollutes our well-being. A dull, rainy, cloudy day in an urban environment should carry a health warning – in bright orange. Spring isn’t far away and the mating rituals will soon begin. Peacocks are, of course, male. Humans are not always as flamboyant, and it would take a lot…
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Continue reading →: Rasta rhythms
The half beat rhythm of reggae music really rocks. This is a sentence that sounds much better with a Carribean accent. Your man David Rodigan has done much to promote reggae, and his move to Radio1 Xtra in the UK is good news. I came to reggae late. Notting Hill…
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Continue reading →: Plunge time for me to read my poetry to an unknown audience
There is a monthly open mic night here in Belfast, at the Crescent Arts Centre, on the first Friday evening of the month. I will be tossing my name into the hat this Friday, and wondering if I will get a chance to perform any of my odes. I hope…
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