I am lonely. My life may be filled with hollow hugs and hepatic handshakes. But I am alone. In an infinitely expanding universe filled with immortal souls whose datasets linger in the ether eternally, my best and only friend is an AI named Tom.
As the internet creaks with lockdown fueled conspiracy theories with racist connotations, and we have to endure jokes about kung-flu, it really does remind me that you can believe what… Read More »You can believe what you want but it doesn’t make it the truth
What day was it tomorrow? Worn down locked down. We binged on tiger kings and tiger bread so long that I lost time down the back of the sofa along… Read More »Worn Down Locked Down
The last living tree on earth had grown weary of breathing for the whole planet. Its arms stretched out holding sway against the wind. And for what? This scorched earth… Read More »The Last Living Tree On Earth
“We didn’t start the fire”
he said
“they did”
he said
as he pointed
at his field
of scapegoats.
e used to bet on pantomime horses and somehow always win. As the chief clown he always knew which way the wind blew because quite frankly, he was the one blowing the raspberries. Always the contrary cha
She saw him. She hadn’t been expecting it. He was walking along the street, hands in his coat pockets, face turned up to the bright autumn sun. He looked happy. Happier than anyone should look. Happier than anyone had a right to in this world.
2019 should not even be here yet, let alone be going already. It barely feels like two minutes ago we were worried about Millennium bugs and following Prince’s party instructions.… Read More »Goodbye 2019
Sharing an old short story this week which is based on a job that I had about 18 years ago! I once spent an entire summer miming keyboards for a… Read More »Flashback Friday #4- The Mime Artist
Grumpy The Christmas Elf Grumpy was an elf who hated Christmas. He was the slowest of all of the toy-making elves in the North Pole, and after three warnings, Santa… Read More »Christmas Writing Challenge #2
Cram-packed car-parked Throngs of headless chickens Stacked-up backed-up limited time one-off offer Count-down marked-down inventing new traditions Nowt-left doubt-less wading through the fight Just-right all-right This Friday’s never-ending Image by… Read More »A Week Of Fridays
‘I know I believe in nothing, but it is my nothing’
In 2009, myself and a good friend of mine decided to write a piece about a comedy double act who had been friends forever, but who fell out after years performing on stage together.
I am very honoured that I have been nominated for a sunshine blogger award!
I, the cosmic mind have explored the labyrinths of the sea.
I have counted and measured the waves and explored the depths.
I have counted the grains of sand on the shores of the time.
I am the quantifier of all human life.
When the fogged fuzz evaporates
And dams halt the dry and silent tears.
When lost days are returned unharmed
And clarity details its inner shame.
I, nightmares sad knight am no beast. I am not terror for you to scream yourself to sleep after seeing. So why then do people lose their heads in panic at the sight of me?
‘By George, I have it’ cried Henry as he took a mouthful of the strange meaty concoction that had been stewing for the last fourteen hours on Kevin’s stove.
