August 5, 2012

Dementia

By in observation

I have been mean to you, but your rather annoying most times. I’m starting to normalise so I should be back on your case soon. Give it another week. We came very close to the debt collectors calling. I have the letter to prove it. I suppose you’re thinking I must be drinking. Heck yes. Was the gusto reply. If you had to go and visit Janices father you would probably do the same. We are at the defecation and walk about stage. If Bert ever reaches that stage put him under the floor boards in that space you call a cellar. It’s a kindness he won’t remember.

Leeds is nice. Oh there are the 3am drunks but it’s not as scary as London at night. And the danger is mostly outside. It’s got some fine architecture, although a lot of its empty. Rather worrying that. I wish the government would learn from the Great Depression and plough money into infrastructure e.g. the Hoover damn aka wind farms. It seems so obvious. I’m sure I would make a great interim government.

May 5, 2012

Third Finger, Left Hand

By in poetry

It was a necessity. I could not afford it. Time passed and through the pay scale I rose. One day I could afford the RING and from that all that followed.

December 15, 2011

Daleks

By in letters

The BBC place was very “wow”. Like being in a design studio. I loved the carpets and made sure the interviewer knew this. After spending 45 minutes driving round in a circle I pulled up to one chap and shouted “where the hell is media city?”. Eventually I found (no joke) a small yellow card on a post that pointed the way. So I drove down a one way street the wrong way and parked the bloody car and then raced to the meeting only to be told it was delayed by 20 minutes. They were very nice. They wanted 25 new media feeds for the iPod, Android and online “portals” in time for the Olympic games. They didn’t think it would be a problem. I choked to keep from blurting out…”start now, start now”.

December 5, 2011

Where is Kevin Spraggs?

By in letters

Kevin Spraggs, Bern, AXE10, Apple Newton, where are you? With a lighthouse gaze he swept the room. Kevin Spraggs where are you? Kevin Spraggs where are you? Kevin Spraggs where are you? Kevin Spraggs where are you? Kevin Spraggs where are you? Kevin Spraggs where are you? Kevin Spraggs where are you? Kevin Spraggs where are you? My name is the month of May. Kevin Spraggs where are you? Kevin Spraggs where are you? Kevin Spraggs where are you? Kevin Spraggs where are you? whereiskevin@doorclosing.com

July 10, 2011

The cage

By in observation

Our cage is a social construct.