Bugger me. Doesn't time fly?

It's May already (in case you weren't aware of that - and believe me, I only JUST found out). The days are getting longer, the heady scent of approaching Summer is in the air, grassy knolls everywhere are swarming with young people playing frisbee and drinking beer straight from the can...

This, at least, is what I ( Read more... )

I have moved house. Well, house, job, country, and continent to be more exact (I would like to stress that I am still "continent" though ( Read more... )

                                                                                                                                                             
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My creativity, boundless as it is by nature, has forced me to publish some of my previously unreleased prose.

We cannot be lovers (provisionally titled)

We cannot be lovers you and I,

as I am of the Earth and you the Sea.

You swell and shift, your embrace elusive.

I reach out to you, and am broken up,

in another display of your capricious ( Read more... )

I was relaxing at home last saturday evening (you know the type of thing: a well-stocked cheeseboard, an couple of ounces of quince and a full-bodied red), anticipating a quiet night of sedentary gastronomic excess to recover from last night's festivities, when I receive a message informing me of much the same type of activities being in progress ( Read more... )

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I was surprised to find a pair of hairy arms reaching across my kitchen window this morning. It wasn't the hirsute nature of the arms that was surprising either, more the fact that my window is on the first floor. Fearing that King Kong had made his way over from the big apple to wreak havoc in Southern Europe, I fled to the relative safety of my ( Read more... )