Pomme Musique joue For The Benefit of Mr Kite Floats towards shell-like on digital sound not stiff breeze Mr Kite’s journey no longer analogue, though original defined Clarity multiplied from quartet’s original; though only diamond polish Mr Kite has benefitted in resonation, pleasure though correlative. La Marseillaise intro to agony aunt proffering Well meaning... Continue Reading →
Which One’s Bodger?
The other day I wrote of the ever thinning locks on my pate. I wrote of how it didn't overly bother me, and I intended to embrace this middle-age affliction with dignity. What I forget to journal was that I've definitely ruled out a toupe as a potential solution to this hair-loss. The main driver behind this decision... Continue Reading →
Sonnet Spontaneous
Sonnet spontaneous Unplanned prose defiling chaste page Epiphany evasive; topic timid Dining chair in situ; inspiration yeti’s holy grail Sustenance on hold in domain digestion. Newsday of sloth speed, subject secreted safely Will anecdotes of procrastination suffice? Does drugstore sojourn present potential? Yeti ventures not, along with earlier blog disclosure Should he leave Pepys, Mole and Jones’ to... Continue Reading →
Pen On Pen
In the thirty years I worked in IT I engaged with some very erudite individuals. People who's technical wherewithal was/is so vast, if they chose to journal their information technology knowledge they could probably fill a large white swan. I'd like to clarify at this point I've never worked with, or indeed met, anyone whose ever written on a swan of any... Continue Reading →
In Search O’ Four Holy Grails
Den of iniquity, with a fortuitous cast Pimped, although from sources without hats A score of ostentatious geezer’s, contesting four holy grails Mother enquires is any player worth £100 million “Neymar” opines her Yorkshire son. Den of iniquity, questionable of behaviour Tis' no riddle why thy is wall to wall pitched Be happy to know serial goal... Continue Reading →
Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow?
During the daily haphazard penning of my narratives, I've noticed recently there have been a few days when strands of hair have been resident on the achromatic keyboard of my laptop. Despite me mentioning this, it's not something I'm overly alarmed about: after all it's perfectly normal for a chap of my vintage to lose his hair. I'd have been concerned if I'd have thought the hair was... Continue Reading →
My Bruvver
Sitting in Colton McDonalds this morning I had an epiphany......or should that be a McEpiphany? It wasn't the greatest epiphany I've ever had, but it made a pleasant breakfast change from a double sausage and egg McMuffin. Not that I begrudge it for one second, but I'm now undertaking the upkeep of my parent's garden in addition to my... Continue Reading →
Conversations Around The Coven
Conversations around the coven Non-existent words, non-existent humanity Locutions from locations without erudition You can fool some of the people all of the time Like hound dog mistreated, yeti will have his day. Uh-hu, mmmh, ah-ha, parrot replication thy sole chatter Does Polly want a cracker, thesaurus or dictionary Offerings worthless, icy actions your... Continue Reading →
Ramblings From The Park Bench
I've just spent a cathartic couple of hours at Roundhay Park on the northern edge of our fair metropolis. As with the medicinal compound created by Lily the Pink ( the eponymous creation of beatnik poets The Scaffold), the jaunt was efficacious in everyway. Meandering amongst the mature trees, well-kempt grassy knolls and sporadic clusters of bedding plants, my angst at finding... Continue Reading →