Apparently today is Comic Relief Day, which I have been informed is not the same as the one with the big blind crippled bear. Anyway, it seems to involve people wearing fake clown noses and the BBC devoting hours and hours to 'entertainment' which somehow raises money. Anyway, having had several conversations with my dad about his work (and a lot ( Read more... )

All those places where I recall ( Read more... )

And the days go by....
Like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own...
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby...
Nothin' else mattered

He was no more...than a baby then
Well he... seemed broken hearted...
Something within him
But the moment...that I first laid...
Eyes...on...him...all alone...
On the edge of...seventeen


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My dad has a job interview on Monday. Back in Norfolk. He and his girlfriend are back together and he's intent on moving back to be with her. She treats him like shit. They argue every five minutes, and no sooner will he be back there than they'll have broken up again because she can't control her jealousy and really needs to be in therapy. And ( Read more... )

your weight
joins the wait
you're a number
feels like fate
as the queue stretches right
around the corner

and the hate
in your heart
is dismissed
as the start
of the growing pains
for a 'New World Order'

'What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?'
'Just staying on it I guess, long as she can.'

Still no job and no money. Probably back in Coventry until mid-January? How does one expect to get through Christmas? Why drink of course. Drink and food and smoking until my eyes pop out. Fuck being good, I haven't the patience for it ( Read more... )

You play, you win, you play, you lose. You play. It's the playing that's irresistable. Dicing from one year to the next with the things you love, what you risk reveals what you value. - Jeanette Winterson ( Read more... )

I am a repulsive object. I have loved him too much, and excess of love makes you weak. Too strong a love upsets the organism in all its depths - and what rises up to the surface is merely nauseating. - Jean Genet: Querelle.

And watching Derek Jarman's Edward II:

Death ends all and I can die but once... Come death and with thy fingers close my ( Read more... )

You know how pathetic your life is when the highlight of your day is watching Eggheads.

I HATE the dole system ( Read more... )