Panic  in Detroit

Panic in Detroit

Dialectics, Dynamism and David Bowie “I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies I saw boys, toys, electric irons and T.V.’s My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare I had to cram so many things to store everything in there And all the...

Driftwood and Ale

The Driftwood Spars, Trevaunance Cove, St. Agnes. When the wind threatens to drive into your bones, when the rain batters down upon the earth sending even the rats diving for cover, when the clouds billow upwards, darken and thunder, refuge must be sought for the...
Nurse, the screens!

Nurse, the screens!

10th December 2019 Dear Laura,  Well, that was a bit, er..um. Yes well. “In delirium tremens est rectum” as my old housemaster used to say in the School’s wine cellar after being caught with his trousers down with a glossy magazine in one hand and his pulsing organ in...
Dear Donald

Dear Donald

Confidential  26th November 2019 Dear Donald,  ‘E Pluribus Unem’ as my old housemaster used to say after several ales in the back bar of ‘The Nanny and Spanker’ in Windsor. Well, bugger me senseless, its working! You were right. The old adage is true about truth and...
‘We Three kings…”

‘We Three kings…”

Confidential  13th November 2019 Dear ‘Sir’ Nigel,  Sir? Hah! Only kidding…but you must admit it has a ring to it?  ‘Delirium in Quim extant’ as my old housemaster used to say in his defence at his annual court appearance to face charges of ‘The misapplication of...