This is me (this is not me, this is a couple of gentlemen doing cartwheels down a hill) I am here.
There’s a squirrel on the top of my tree. No angels, no stars, no cribs, none of that business. There are some sheep, but they’re not ones watched over by shepherds until glory shone around and some bloke was like … Continue reading
3.30am, it is, in my flat (and the surrounding area, clearly, but that goes without saying. The aim, really, is to get to the point. Which I shortly will do) It’s 3.30 now and my mind is awake. I do … Continue reading
I cannot think of my song. I have tried, for days upon days, but I cannot think of a song that reflects my blog. It has, I admit, come to me in this time (and I admit, I may have … Continue reading
F, my precious, precious angels, is for ‘Forward Planning and thinking laterally.’ Is these recognised female traits? Well, if they are, they certainly ain’t round here. F is for ‘forward planning and how I’m rubbish at it’. And, at that, … Continue reading
Essex road, 10pm, Wednesday. A true story You know what the problem wiv gurls is? Fink they can do everyfink. E for fuckin Everyfink. Modern Gurls, vat is. Not like my old mum. Proper girl she wuz. But ‘eese modern … Continue reading
In this filthy age, it seems to be a widely held belief that the lady’s wonder-hole is for ‘putting things in’. Not so. While things certainly can be put ‘there’ (although only ‘things’ belonging to your husband, ladies, remember…), the … Continue reading
Anna, and also for Ann. ‘Anna’, and also ‘Ann’ are, as we say in the business, to give them their technical term, stop me if I’m going too fast; Girl’s Names. By which we mean – and I’ll try and … Continue reading