The only good thing about the new batch of year 7s is that the numbers are down – from 46-48 last year to 36-37 this year. The only drawback, and I’m talking about a speck of sand, is that there’s…

When the admin guy at work says to me, “parcel”, my eyes light up. Because it means I have a parcel. Right back when I was doing poetry I’d swap dub tapes with a very Sonic Youthy-vibed kind of guy…

for not writing here more often lately. I guess I’ve been sick – spending a lot of time hacking up phlegm. Also I guess I am my own worst critic and I feel like I should be able to do…

For well over a year now I’ve toyed with the idea of making radical changes in the format of this ‘web-a-log’. This is something that many a blogger has contemplated and yet just as many have turned, wavered and ultimately…

I have a cold.  I have started studying, or that is, did start studying again at the start of this month and now it’s caught up with me. I am doing linguistics, applied; via the university of southron quinnslend. I’m…

I try not to do venting on here but the laboratory experiment is presently challenging. I have no sanctuary. My existence is being worn away by the forces of nature, in the form of youth/energy/noise. I’m not exaggerating to say…

It seems that a man can’t buy a regular old soundtrack, like the one to The Good, The Bad and The Ugly without having the VCDs of the movie thrown into the little cardboard box too. I got it because…

Standing in front of a small wall of tanks full of tropical fish for sale. Narrow silver and red ones. Ones that were blue and acqua shaped in a way that reminded me of clipper-ship sails. Orange and normal. Large…

I got this spam-mail, which in itself is not perculiar, but this one struck me as a tad funny because of the continual use of the phrase, “get laid”. ” We promiss to get you laid   Inbox Patsy Hollingsworth…

I was mentioning that song Jean Genie to my friend and she sez she’d never heard of it. David Bowie, I said. Boo-ee?  Bow-eee. Never heard of him, she says. Ziggy Stardust? No. The Zig? No. The thin white duke?…