It is not in my nature to carry a weapon, but should any agents of the state decide to investigate, they’ll discover that I have fashioned a stick like the one Gabriel Oak used to cure abdominal bloating in sheep
Category: The Diary
June 24th – Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep, Across the sands so I may keep, The memory of our Caravan.
Come the end of the season, I’ll have mastered the art of living small, and need only add a car with tow bar to create a portfolio of flexible assets, which will bring with them a world of opportunity.
June 22nd – I’ll gas up my hot rod stoker, We’ll get hotter than a poker, You’ll be broke but I’ll be broker, Tonight we’re settin’ the woods on fire.
I haven’t seen Nomadland yet, but perhaps with (temporary) access to funds and some paid employment I’m not so much homeless as camping?
10th June – You wonder why he stands so high, It’s just the space between him and the sky.
I often watch replays of so-called fouls, and to me it's almost as if one leg behaves badly independently of the brain, while the other leg just stands there looking on unable to assist.
Rupert – 100 years old.
Rupert is 100 years old
1st June – Li’l David was small, but oh my, He fought big Goliath, Who lay down an’ dieth, Li’l David was small, but oh my.
The Longfellow furrowed a brow and looked at him quizzically, ‘I mean it’s crap,’ said Cum-Bot.
11th May – Making good use of the things that we find, Things that the everyday folks leave behind.
They wouldn’t be so tolerant with a burning fag butt down the side of a slip-on, I can tell you that.
May 7th – Dreams will come and they will go, when the rain washes you clean, you’ll know.
This must be how it feels to live in a totalitarian state. To be a victim of ever declining standards where there is not a single person of discernment and authority to whom you can appeal.
May 5th – Drip, drip, drop, Little April shower, Beating a tune, As you fall all around.
Well, wouldn’t all this cogitating lead me to come up with a sort of rival theory to the Big Bang and religion?
25th April – She is wearing rags and feathers, From Salvation Army counters.
I could only find one serious review, I tell her, and I read from that. The reviewer calls it ‘borderline imbecilic,’ with chapters on shopping, picnics, and T-shirts, which he says are delivered with a sense of shame.









