I'm not entirely sure what I'm looking at.
That essence of being human that allows your brain to wake before your body in case there’s a fire or a predator about – it can’t be switched off when there’s nothing doing and so goes looking for trouble.
I don't want to put too much strain on the apprentice tramp's slender budget, but if he can stretch to it, an invaluable addition to the essential kit must be a jar of Vick's Vapour Rub.
I lived with the oily hessian smell of the sack under which I spent my days, but as soon as he came close, the moron's garlic and sweet, soapy aroma mixed in with his raw and noxious sweat overpowered everything else nearby. Feral. Mine was the dried in filth of complacency. His was the stink of deprivation.
It is a recognised fault of mine, this – to obsess about one issue to the exclusion of all others. Add this to my other great weakness – that of getting every single 50-50 decision wrong, and it all goes to concoct a lethal brew.
Looking back on that time now, in those few months spent chasing aquatic wildlife, I found a sort of peace, that until then had eluded me. What was once a creature to be feared, becomes a cohabitee – whether water-based, or wearing plimsolls.
Africa, Africу, Africeт, Africeм, Africeтe, Africют.
Please excuse my absence for these past months, I needed to duck out of the jurisdiction for a while and lie low. I’ve been living the life aquatic at a marine research centre at Terrace Bay in Namibia. Me and Martin Daktari nipped out unseen between lockdowns and stayed until the new name came through. … Continue reading Baba Wole eti odo mi o ranmilowo
Baby I'll be tough, too much is not enough.
It’s an intellectual joke based on Italian grammar, and the fact that gnocci could be the plural of gnocc, or knock, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t get this part immediately.
Nobody has done more than me to bring down the career of falsely modest, secretly self-regarding, Richard-everyman-Osman than me. And see how I have succeeded? His second novel is officially the fastest selling work of literature ever. Ever. In the entire history of UK literature. Worse though, is the reaction of his fans, who have … Continue reading October 6th – Some bright morning when this life is over, I’ll fly away.
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