Happiness –  the substance of my life.

The hapless old friend who comments on my blog posts, thoughtfully emailing me my response options, which include: cider, ha ha, and thanks!

The app I’m told to install for discounts on Indian takeaways from Aysha;

The tacking pins embedded in the paint-stained carpet of my creative young off-cut;

The hat pins cushioned away on the underside of my late Nan’s wooden-jewellery box;

A pine cone, observed-up and sketched-up with a B pencil, in an O’Level art class;

Nessie, the Loch Ness monster, who terrorised the me-child of my Aberdonian years;

A childhood friend by the name of Vanessa, who hated to be associated with Nessie; instead, forty years later, when I think if her, I can only picture a Van.

The happiness of being pissed, after a pint (or two) of mango cider at The Brewery Tap.

New words, of my own making: phinpessa, esspinhap, spinpesah and shenappis – all of which make the substance of me substantial.

The happiest and most substantial of all of the words of my world – hesspinap!


Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019


Image by Greg Montani, courtesy of Pixabay.com





Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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