The smell of sleeping mouths hanging wide open; damp fumes spreading. A pair of shoes with black melted plastic soles sizzling next to the fire. A panting beast – it’s dreams interrupted with the occasional snore – with bottom parked on singed shoes. A pair of red ankles emerging from beneath theContinue reading “Revisiting a Childhood Home”
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Liver
Eat it up. It’s good for you. Especially at your time of the month. Why? Why am I expected to eat a brown fibrous lump full of open caverns, jugular veins, worm casings and the concrete tubes on kid’s playgrounds? If I eat it, I’ll onlyContinue reading “Liver”
Sibling Territory
Magazines neatly piled – the edges all lined up with each other and parallel to the edges of the table. A dust-free table and a strong smell of furniture polish, toothpaste and starch. Shirts hanging in the wardrobe; each hanger exactly two centimetres from its neighbour – not a creaseContinue reading “Sibling Territory”
Preserve
glass impenetrable where is the odour coming from? a toe nail flickers the liquid yellows and thickens can I break the crystal box? your toes cry out untouched, unloved your sweet smell grows foul with decay Copyright ownedContinue reading “Preserve”
City Playground
Face squeezed between tall rails My spirit vaporising out through the gap The concrete contains me. Copyright owned by Jay Cool
Tittling Toupees at The Tap
Suffolk Punch Comedy Club’s 1st Birthday (and the cake that our compere, PJ, did not bake for the punters) What better way to celebrate Suffolk Punch Comedy Club’s first birthday than with …. Gavin Milnethorpe? No, not with Gavin – not yet awhile anyhow. First stop’s the bar. No woman in herContinue reading “Tittling Toupees at The Tap”
An Exotic Photo-Shoot at The Tap
Well, I’m back (again!) Back from an inspection of the loos at The Brewery Tap (plenty of bog roll!). And, I ‘m standing back, standing back with the rest of the punters in the Tap; standing back to make room for the crane that’s been sent in to lift Jason Ventris out of hisContinue reading “An Exotic Photo-Shoot at The Tap”
Pumping it Up with Jason Ventris in Hollywood
Back. I’m back at the Tap; I know what I want, what I really, really want; but I’m not a Spice Girl and I’m not disappointed. I’m all psyched up, pint of mango cider in hand, and I’m really feeling it! (CHECK OUT THIS SPACE FOR COOL PIC OF JAY IN GINGER SPICE GEAR –Continue reading “Pumping it Up with Jason Ventris in Hollywood”
Feckless Fools: Part Four
Sir Humphrey Kynaston (1468-1534), Jay Cool’s 12th Gread Grandad & 15th Great Uncle, of Myddle Castle and Nescliffe Cave, Shropshire On awakening, bright and early, or more likely befuzzled and early, with a splitting headache, Lots-of-Greats Granduncledad Humphrey [1]needed a quick fix. What better than a ride into Shrewsbury for a little therapeutic impulse shopping atContinue reading “Feckless Fools: Part Four”
Feckless Fools: Part Three
Sir Humphrey Kynaston (1468-1534), Jay Cool’s 12th Great Grandad & 15th Great Uncle, of Myddle Castle and Nescliffe Cave, Shropshire My Great-Granduncledad-Something Humphrey Kynaston did, of course, do what all of my genes do best. He fled. Fled from his wife, his children, and his tumble-down castle [1]and his …. No, he didn’t flee from hisContinue reading “Feckless Fools: Part Three”
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