This Be The Curse. Or, We (Don’t) Mean It, Maaaan.

First things first: I’ve realised that my waffling has been getting worse, not better.  When I first pressed what WordPress laughingly call the “publish” button, it was about 12,000 words long.  About “normal” for me these days. And I got sick of reading it.  As it was about my big deal, I thought I’d have a…

I’m Sticking With Lou. Or, Velvet Common Ground.

The Velvet Underground can’t have invented everything.  Even though sometimes it seems a bit like they did. They can’t have because they only started putting records out in 1967 and, by that time, The Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band had been released and The Beatles had already invented everything.  Well, not everything maybe,…

Dave: A Prayer. Or, The Tragedy Of (Steven) King Fear.

  This post is about the best friend I ever had.  That and fear.  We’re not mates anymore because he doesn’t want to know and I don’t really blame him.  It’s also about the usual sorts of things I write about: being confused; being stupid; not knowing how to put things right; not knowing how…

Poor Sharona. Or, No More Heroes.

“When you are not on your pedestal you are not interesting.” Oscar Wilde, De Profundis “If you’re put on a pedestal, you’re supposed to behave yourself like a pedestal type of person. Pedestals actually have a limited circumference. Not much room to move around.”  Margaret Atwood Accepting compliments can be hard.  I’m always quite impressed…

Boring Of Fire. Or, The Tedium Is The Message.

“She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn’t boring.” Zelda Fitzgerald “I am never bored; to be bored is an insult to one’s self.”  Jules Renard “Is life not a thousand times too short for us to bore ourselves?” Friedrich Nietzsche I’m always hearing how it’s only boring people who get bored.  I don’t…