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…

A Ploggy Went A-Courting. Or, Ice Cold In Alex.

I first met Ploggy in Spiders.  He went with a gang of about ten or fifteen kids from the sixth form college he attended.  I was still going with my workmate Sarah at that point. I first started talking to that group of people after finding that one of them – Dave – danced as…