Driving Through Foliage

Driven on, and driving, through things still growing, I reflect on the shortness of what it is to be me, An illusory span of meness, contracting, shrinking – inches becoming centimetres becoming millimetres becoming nothingtres as the concept of me is consumed by the foliage that carries on growing, bending – homing in on the…

Leg: A Silly-Savvy Story

A leg. Two hours crab fishing, and only a leg to show for it. Okay, it may have been a crab’s leg, but judging by it’s already defunct existence, if something defunct can be said to exist, then it could hardly be put to good purpose in the culinary sense. ‘Rotten Crab’s Leg Paste’ just…

Storm Diary 12 – Celebrity

Tuesday 17th March 2020 Second day of Non-Sick Sprog’s home-schooling. That can wait. Today can be a late start. First, I must get to Aldi before all the shelves there are empty. Tesco has run out of tomatoes. And I need tomatoes. Tinned, boxed, tubed or free-fall – I need them! But, before I risk…

Storm Diary 11 – Home-School

Monday 16th March 2020 Keep calm and carry on. Due to my mistrust of the government’s advice, with regards to limiting (accelerating!) the spread of Coronavirus, I’m choosing to withdraw Non-Sick Sprog from school for the time being. But, if she thinks she can have a lie-in, she can think again. Three yells from me,…

Savvy-Storm Poem – Priorities

This poem is based on a painting I created during the Coronavirus lockdown – as, unable to go beyond the boundaries of my family and garden and home, I sought to marry up the mish-mash of colours outside and within.   Priorities Locked in, I find myself, in the place that is the part of…

Storm Diary 10 – Business

Storm Diary 10 – Business Sunday 15th March 2020 British. Business as usual. I check to see whether Non-Sick Sprog’s football match is still on. It is. We’re British, so why wouldn’t it be? Does a kids’ footy match count as a petri dish? Probably not. Lots of shouting and running around in the open…

Storm Diary 9 – Cancelled

Saturday 14th March 2020 Cancelled. Forced myself to get up at 8am on a Saturday morning to take Non-Sick Sprog to football training, only to be trapped at the gateway to the F.C. grounds, by a car attempting to reverse back into the road (back into my precious DD (Daredevil Dacia)). This should have been…

Silly-Savvy Story: Lockdown

Lock-Down Three weeks, the British authorities said. Just three weeks to stay indoors, keep safe and protect others. It’s just a teeny-weeny virus, they said. Against our forces, and our willpower, it’s got no chance. We’ll corner it, and once it’s got nowhere to go, it’ll clear off, just disappear – poooffff! Like a bubble,…

Savvy Poem – Questions for Rishi Sunak

Written in response to the UK government’s daily press briefing, 8th April 2020, as delivered by Rishi Sunak MP.   Sir? Can you level with us, Sir? Can you spell out your intentions, guarantee retentions, put in more preventions, end asphyxiations, exceed our expectations? Can you, Sir?   By Jay Cool, The Silly-Savvy Salopian   UK…

Storm Diary 6 – Boris

Wednesday 11th March 2020 Sick Sprog now has a hacking cough. Popped into Aldi, whilst on the Non-Sick Sprog school run, and was pleased to be coughed over by two ladies in the queue. Made a mental note not to apply for that Cashier’s job. Just how many customers have already coughed over the poor…