I knew an old man with a bunion – it was true, it resembled an onion! Such long hairs did it sprout, that although it did pout, it wore plaits and became a Saint Trinian. By Jay Cool, August 2022 Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay
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Revealing Mr Larkin
Shadows of middle-age larking around within the mind of Philip, as he sees the elderly, mouths drooling, and is fearful of this watery reflection of skewed ripples, of the spades digging into his own disintegration. By Jay Cool, 18th August 2022 Inspired by snippets of Philip Larkin´s poetry, as featured on BBC Four´s Return toContinue reading “Revealing Mr Larkin”
Doddering
My garden fences being toppled by the high winds of Storm Dudley was only the start of it. A warning of the ferociousness of the storm to come. Today … the machine of destruction rolls in and over the right to be free from coercive dictators. Dragon fire. Death. Disaster. The price of fuel, aContinue reading “Doddering”
Time Well-Spent
Days tumbling in on me, knocking me flat, and burying me in spent time. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January, 2022 Header image from pixabay.com
Joined-up thinking?
According to The Sun, the coronavirus infection rate is slowing. According to The Express, today’s coronavirus data is delayed. According to the The Independent, the latest daily infection rate was 24 hours ago, at 183, 027. No new updates are due until 7.30 pm today. And yet. According to a Bing search, as of 15.43Continue reading “Joined-up thinking?”
Rebuff
They had nothing to do with each other. Not really. Nothing in the way of communication passed between them, although one, it could be argued, was a regular guest of the other. Not by way of invitation; but more in the way of a gatecrasher. Although to use the word gatecrasher might seem to implyContinue reading “Rebuff”
Cravings
Caving in to my cravings, considering the consequences, is carelessly coquettish. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, December 2021
Looking Again at Christmas
Looking again, Boris considers, The fiction that is the Christmas that is different for others; the Christmas that is smaller somehow – smaller and even somewhat less than a day in the land, upon which he plods and ponders. Reconsidering, after taking into consideration his own situation, Boris zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzhhh…… SLEEPS. Copyright owned by Jay Cool,Continue reading “Looking Again at Christmas”
PC Party Pooper Bubbling up, he doubles up, dressed all up in scalp with chicken-yellow, and comb of cop-guy`s blue. Crime stopper or cork popper? All work and no play makes Jack; no work and lots of play makes – Boris. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, December 2021 Inspired by Macron`s reference to Boris asContinue reading
Laughter. Ageless.
Something new and something old. The old being, as rip-roaringly, stitch-producing as always. Because nothing doubles up the punters more than a monthly dose of the usual. Everyone knows that the same-old jokes become even funnier in the retelling. Why else do we fail to switch channels when the same-old episodes of The Big-Bang TheoryContinue reading “Laughter. Ageless.”
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