Surrounded by mankind
intent on mass suicide
out of a self loathing and
fear of being alone
the virus thrives.
At peace with oneself
solitude is easy
the virus dies then
eaten up by loneliness.
Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Saturday 28 March 2020
Monday 16 March 2020
Rumours of secret Govt plans to intentionally infect the unemployed with Coronavirus. Fact check.
From our medical correspondent. Nurse Luz Morales.
Rumours have been circulating of a plan by the Tory government to intentionally infect the unemployed in return for double benefits as they self isolate until free of Covid 19 in order that there is a stockpile of people ready to fill the job vacancies created by the virus.
A Whitehall mole informs me that he couldn't possibly comment on this but rather cryptically pointed out that Coronavirus is certain to become the country's biggest job creator since Hitler annexed the Sudetenland.
When I pointed out that there was a distinct certainty that some of these people would die, he informed me:
"That is a downside to the plan but each deceased participant in the scheme will receive a photocopied letter from Boris Churchill informing them that it was their finest hour".
Editors note: This may be satire, please check with your local MP.
Rumours have been circulating of a plan by the Tory government to intentionally infect the unemployed in return for double benefits as they self isolate until free of Covid 19 in order that there is a stockpile of people ready to fill the job vacancies created by the virus.
A Whitehall mole informs me that he couldn't possibly comment on this but rather cryptically pointed out that Coronavirus is certain to become the country's biggest job creator since Hitler annexed the Sudetenland.
When I pointed out that there was a distinct certainty that some of these people would die, he informed me:
"That is a downside to the plan but each deceased participant in the scheme will receive a photocopied letter from Boris Churchill informing them that it was their finest hour".
Editors note: This may be satire, please check with your local MP.
Friday 7 February 2020
Sociopathic dermatology, borders and American literature.
A guest blog by Rusty McGlint.
I aint one for writing much on account of Lula Mae getting pregnant at 15 and me having to quit school to find a job in order to buy the diapers and such like and build us a tar paper shack out back of the trailer park.
I gotta write about this though:
Lula Mae has always been troubled, some would say trouble, and it had been getting worse. Holden down at the Liquor Parlour reckoned that she had a borderline personality disorder whatever that is but I told him she was cranky on account of her skin problems that she has had since she was a child.
Old Doc Steinbeck had been treating her skin problems for years to no good affect. He prescribed ointments and creams, unctions and emolients (both of the viscous and non-viscous variety) to no avail. He was flummoxed.
He referred her to an emotional dermatologist over in Boise so I gassed up the truck and took her for a ride.
Doctor Alcotts office was in a highrise so I dropped Lula Mae off there and headed down to the gun store.
When I got back to the doc's office Lula Mae was waiting and we were ushered in by his assistant Miss Faulkner.
Lula Mae seemed to have taken a shine to the doc on account of them having similar names and I hoped for the best....
However.
The minute we sat down the doc looked at Lula Mae and told her that after all her tests she was convinced that the skin complaints were the physical manifestation of her inner evil and as long as she was a man hating sociopath she would continue to have her skin problems.
Lula Mae laughed, then leaned over, picked up a silver paper knife from the doc's desk and stabbed her in the eye.
Now Doc Alcott didn't think too long about losing an eye as the paper knife went on to split her eye socket and pierce her brain. She was dead before her head hit the desk.
The long and short is that Lula Mae was arrested for murder as she agreed that she had done it. She is in custody now awaiting trial.
I went home and tried out my new gun then went down to the Liquor Parlour to tell Holden that Lula Mae's personality disorder was no longer borderline.
Holden said I hope for your sake Trump gets that border wall up before they let her out.
I guess I drank too much rye that night on account of Holden never demonstrating a sense of humor before.
I aint one for writing much on account of Lula Mae getting pregnant at 15 and me having to quit school to find a job in order to buy the diapers and such like and build us a tar paper shack out back of the trailer park.
I gotta write about this though:
Lula Mae has always been troubled, some would say trouble, and it had been getting worse. Holden down at the Liquor Parlour reckoned that she had a borderline personality disorder whatever that is but I told him she was cranky on account of her skin problems that she has had since she was a child.
Old Doc Steinbeck had been treating her skin problems for years to no good affect. He prescribed ointments and creams, unctions and emolients (both of the viscous and non-viscous variety) to no avail. He was flummoxed.
He referred her to an emotional dermatologist over in Boise so I gassed up the truck and took her for a ride.
Doctor Alcotts office was in a highrise so I dropped Lula Mae off there and headed down to the gun store.
When I got back to the doc's office Lula Mae was waiting and we were ushered in by his assistant Miss Faulkner.
Lula Mae seemed to have taken a shine to the doc on account of them having similar names and I hoped for the best....
However.
The minute we sat down the doc looked at Lula Mae and told her that after all her tests she was convinced that the skin complaints were the physical manifestation of her inner evil and as long as she was a man hating sociopath she would continue to have her skin problems.
Lula Mae laughed, then leaned over, picked up a silver paper knife from the doc's desk and stabbed her in the eye.
Now Doc Alcott didn't think too long about losing an eye as the paper knife went on to split her eye socket and pierce her brain. She was dead before her head hit the desk.
The long and short is that Lula Mae was arrested for murder as she agreed that she had done it. She is in custody now awaiting trial.
I went home and tried out my new gun then went down to the Liquor Parlour to tell Holden that Lula Mae's personality disorder was no longer borderline.
Holden said I hope for your sake Trump gets that border wall up before they let her out.
I guess I drank too much rye that night on account of Holden never demonstrating a sense of humor before.
Wednesday 5 February 2020
Saturday 1 February 2020
Sunday 19 January 2020
Life in Oxford Gardens.
It's good here. after two and a half years of b&b it is good here. Everything is close by and I am back where I want to be...Home.
more later...
more later...
Living with a sociopath.
Rusty called from lizard Bend Idaho.
He said: ' Hey Tristan, how you doing? I've just discovered that Lula Mae is a sociopath, what do I do.
I said leave her to it Rusty.
And he said: 'But she is turning the kids against me".
I said, Rusty, in the long run she is turning the kids against herself, let her get on with it, you'll see your kids later when they see their mother for what she is.
'And then what/' Said Rusty.
And then she will pretend to have Alzheimers in order to avoid responsibility and try to garner some sympathy.
Rusty said thanks Tristan.
I said you are welcome Rusty.
He said: ' Hey Tristan, how you doing? I've just discovered that Lula Mae is a sociopath, what do I do.
I said leave her to it Rusty.
And he said: 'But she is turning the kids against me".
I said, Rusty, in the long run she is turning the kids against herself, let her get on with it, you'll see your kids later when they see their mother for what she is.
'And then what/' Said Rusty.
And then she will pretend to have Alzheimers in order to avoid responsibility and try to garner some sympathy.
Rusty said thanks Tristan.
I said you are welcome Rusty.
Friday 10 January 2020
Smells like Jeys fluid.
A guest blog by Jan Nieupjur.
Editors note: Jan is as mad as a box of frogs but we tolerate him in deference to his age and mental health issues ( a bit like the queen).
The smell of jeys fluid
brings to mind the pigman
resplendant in leather jerkin
(quintessential yeoman garb, favoured by crusaders I'm told)
teaching a ten year old me
to castrate piglets
as they lay in the haulm
in the shed beside the pond,
the pond
made mucky by Muscovy ducks, ugly birds
as, amid the squeals of porcine indignation,
the testicles, once freed by the snick of a scalpel
were condemned to
a bucket of said Jeys fluid
and then fed to the pigs no doubt
who didn't give a shit about
the ingredients of the gravy.
Were that now of course
the plump young testicles
would be placed gently in tubs of
garlic infused oil, in the farm shop,
then sold, erroniously described
as lambs bollocks
to the many middle eastern assylum seekers
who now till our land
until the Tories send them packing
to their deaths at the
hands of donald trump
on his present day crusade for the normalisation of insanity.
A crusader short of a jerkin
and less inteligent than a pigs testicle
a pigs testicle in a bucket of Jeys fluid.
.
Editors note: Jan is as mad as a box of frogs but we tolerate him in deference to his age and mental health issues ( a bit like the queen).
The smell of jeys fluid
brings to mind the pigman
resplendant in leather jerkin
(quintessential yeoman garb, favoured by crusaders I'm told)
teaching a ten year old me
to castrate piglets
as they lay in the haulm
in the shed beside the pond,
the pond
made mucky by Muscovy ducks, ugly birds
as, amid the squeals of porcine indignation,
the testicles, once freed by the snick of a scalpel
were condemned to
a bucket of said Jeys fluid
and then fed to the pigs no doubt
who didn't give a shit about
the ingredients of the gravy.
Were that now of course
the plump young testicles
would be placed gently in tubs of
garlic infused oil, in the farm shop,
then sold, erroniously described
as lambs bollocks
to the many middle eastern assylum seekers
who now till our land
until the Tories send them packing
to their deaths at the
hands of donald trump
on his present day crusade for the normalisation of insanity.
A crusader short of a jerkin
and less inteligent than a pigs testicle
a pigs testicle in a bucket of Jeys fluid.
.
RBKC. Confusing post Grenfell fire advice.
This is confusing advice from RBKC TMO (I thought that had been disbanded after Grenfell) in the event of a fire.
According to the signs on the walls within the block I live in I am advised to leave at once (above)
Below is a document I was handed in November of last year as part of an 'Accomodation pack'. It tells me to stay put within my flat. I assume that as this is the more recent instruction it is the one that RBKC wish me to abide by.
It seems that nothing has been learned from the Grenfell Tragedy.
Thursday 9 January 2020
Living is killing me.
A guest blog by Jan Nieupjur.
I think this might be ironic:
I was in the pub this evening along with the usual bar flies when I was approached by a stranger. A stranger with a beligerent glint in his eye.
He said: 'What do you do for a living'?
And I said that I guess you could say I die for a living and he said what do you mean and I said: 'I assume by 'living' you mean income and the only income I get is in the form of sickness benefits and I get the sickness benefits because I am dying and if I weren't dying I wouldn't get benefits so yes I'm earning a living from dying.
Oh. He said.
The prospects are not good I said. No chance of promotion and no woman is going to take a chance with a man without prospects certain to die on the job.
He said; 'You could write Country & Western songs about it, earn big bucks, buy some fancy clothes and a Porsche, get a girl no problem and your job wouldn't be killing you anymore. You never know, you might only be dying in order to earn a living.
You know I stopped and thought about that for a moment or two.
You mean living is killing me I said.
He said: ; There we go, your first song title'.
I think this might be ironic:
I was in the pub this evening along with the usual bar flies when I was approached by a stranger. A stranger with a beligerent glint in his eye.
He said: 'What do you do for a living'?
And I said that I guess you could say I die for a living and he said what do you mean and I said: 'I assume by 'living' you mean income and the only income I get is in the form of sickness benefits and I get the sickness benefits because I am dying and if I weren't dying I wouldn't get benefits so yes I'm earning a living from dying.
Oh. He said.
The prospects are not good I said. No chance of promotion and no woman is going to take a chance with a man without prospects certain to die on the job.
He said; 'You could write Country & Western songs about it, earn big bucks, buy some fancy clothes and a Porsche, get a girl no problem and your job wouldn't be killing you anymore. You never know, you might only be dying in order to earn a living.
You know I stopped and thought about that for a moment or two.
You mean living is killing me I said.
He said: ; There we go, your first song title'.
Sunday 5 January 2020
Trump to lead US troops into Iran.
A guest blog by Nurse Luz Morales.
I can reveal that Donald Trump has been attending fittings for a new military uniform. I should know I am his executive nurse and travel everywhere with him.
From what I have seen the uniform is based on that of Napoleon with a large turkey feather on the hat.
Donny told me, during his daily therapy, that, once they find an uninhabited bit of desert and as soon as the coast is clear he is determined to be seen entering Iran on a white horse at the head of his armies whereupon he will shoot at dummies provided by the Presidential spin corps.
Donny says it will take peoples minds off impeachment and show him as a national hero along the lines of Rambo (his hero).
Luz Morales.
I can reveal that Donald Trump has been attending fittings for a new military uniform. I should know I am his executive nurse and travel everywhere with him.
From what I have seen the uniform is based on that of Napoleon with a large turkey feather on the hat.
Donny told me, during his daily therapy, that, once they find an uninhabited bit of desert and as soon as the coast is clear he is determined to be seen entering Iran on a white horse at the head of his armies whereupon he will shoot at dummies provided by the Presidential spin corps.
Donny says it will take peoples minds off impeachment and show him as a national hero along the lines of Rambo (his hero).
Luz Morales.
Rogue drone missing in Notting Hill.
Oops.
I have been modifying a drone in order that it can perform certain specific functions. I've modified the software to include wireless charging from BT hotspots to give me a infinite flight duration. the BT link also allows it to access AI programmes. It can fetch and carry medication or beer, post mail, attend gigs for me and send back video.
It has gone rogue on me, overridden any control I had and is now somewhere in the neighbourhood doing who knows what.
I receive the occasional image, I presume to let me know that it is still operating but due to its stealth capabilities it is impossible to locate.
I last had control on a flight from Oxford Gardens to All Saints Road yesterday. If you sight it please let me know. do not attempt to capture it as it has self defence capabilities in the form of Origami ZX timefold software.
I have been modifying a drone in order that it can perform certain specific functions. I've modified the software to include wireless charging from BT hotspots to give me a infinite flight duration. the BT link also allows it to access AI programmes. It can fetch and carry medication or beer, post mail, attend gigs for me and send back video.
It has gone rogue on me, overridden any control I had and is now somewhere in the neighbourhood doing who knows what.
I receive the occasional image, I presume to let me know that it is still operating but due to its stealth capabilities it is impossible to locate.
I last had control on a flight from Oxford Gardens to All Saints Road yesterday. If you sight it please let me know. do not attempt to capture it as it has self defence capabilities in the form of Origami ZX timefold software.
Thursday 2 January 2020
A bloody good New Year resolution.
From the Yorkshire Post:
"As we start this new year and new decade, our country feels more fragmented than any of us would like. Too often we hear that our divisions – by class or geography, by politics, age, race or by faith – have come to define us.
If we are not happy with the state of our society, it falls to us all to do something about it. New Year is the time for resolutions and on this first day of the 2020s, we urge others to join us in making a resolution for the new decade.
Our resolution is to reconnect. To reach out to just one person we don’t know, or from whom we have drifted apart. To start rebuilding connections between neighbours and fellow citizens.
While our politics and media have become more polarised we, as people,
have not. There is much that we share with each other: sit any two
people down together and they will find some common ground.
So the power of reconnection will depend on how many of us, as citizens, step up together. Every institution, too – not just government but education, business, sport, civic society and faith – should play its part in helping bridge social divides.
Today is about a small first step that we can all take – to leave behind a decade of division and begin our decade of reconnection.
Yours,
Amanda Watkin, General Secretary, Rotary Club International Great Britain and Ireland;
Angela Salt OBE, Chief Executive, Girlguiding;
Dame Carolyn Fairbairn, Director, CBI;
Emily Eavis, Organiser, Glastonbury Festival;
Sir Hugh Robertson, Chair, British Olympic Association;
Jacqui Smith, Chair, Jo Cox Foundation;
James Mitchinson, Editor, Yorkshire Post;
Jasvir Singh OBE, Chair, City Sikhs
John E McGrath, Artistic Director, Manchester International Festival.
Karl Wilding, Chief Executive, NCVO;
Kwame Kwei-Armah OBE, Artistic Director, Young Vic;
Lynne Stubbings, Chair of the National Federation of Women’s Institutes;
Matt Hyde, Chief Executive, Scouts Association;
Matthew Elliot, former Chief Executive, Vote Leave;
Maurice Ostro OBE, Vice Chair, Council of Christians and Jews
Mike Sharrock, Chief Executive, British Paralympic Association;
Mustafa Field OBE, Director, Faiths Forum for London
Rt Revd Nick Baines, Bishop of Leeds;
Rabbi Nicky Liss, Chair, Rabbinic Council of the United Synagogue and Rabbi of Highgate United Synagogue;
Paul Reddish, Chief Executive, Volunteering Matters;
Imam Qari Asim MBE, Chair, Mosques & Imams National Advisory Board;
Sabir Zazai, Chief Executive, Scottish Refugee Council;
Sanjay Jagatia, Chair, Hindu Think Tank UK
Sunder Katwala, Director, British Future;
Professor Ted Cantle CBE, Chair, Belong – the Cohesion and Integration Network;
Tim Roache, General Secretary, GMB;
Dr Victoria Winckler, Director, The Bevan Foundation;
Will Straw CBE, former Executive Director, Britain Stronger in Europe"
So the power of reconnection will depend on how many of us, as citizens, step up together. Every institution, too – not just government but education, business, sport, civic society and faith – should play its part in helping bridge social divides.
Today is about a small first step that we can all take – to leave behind a decade of division and begin our decade of reconnection.
Yours,
Amanda Watkin, General Secretary, Rotary Club International Great Britain and Ireland;
Angela Salt OBE, Chief Executive, Girlguiding;
Dame Carolyn Fairbairn, Director, CBI;
Emily Eavis, Organiser, Glastonbury Festival;
Sir Hugh Robertson, Chair, British Olympic Association;
Jacqui Smith, Chair, Jo Cox Foundation;
James Mitchinson, Editor, Yorkshire Post;
Jasvir Singh OBE, Chair, City Sikhs
John E McGrath, Artistic Director, Manchester International Festival.
Karl Wilding, Chief Executive, NCVO;
Kwame Kwei-Armah OBE, Artistic Director, Young Vic;
Lynne Stubbings, Chair of the National Federation of Women’s Institutes;
Matt Hyde, Chief Executive, Scouts Association;
Matthew Elliot, former Chief Executive, Vote Leave;
Maurice Ostro OBE, Vice Chair, Council of Christians and Jews
Mike Sharrock, Chief Executive, British Paralympic Association;
Mustafa Field OBE, Director, Faiths Forum for London
Rt Revd Nick Baines, Bishop of Leeds;
Rabbi Nicky Liss, Chair, Rabbinic Council of the United Synagogue and Rabbi of Highgate United Synagogue;
Paul Reddish, Chief Executive, Volunteering Matters;
Imam Qari Asim MBE, Chair, Mosques & Imams National Advisory Board;
Sabir Zazai, Chief Executive, Scottish Refugee Council;
Sanjay Jagatia, Chair, Hindu Think Tank UK
Sunder Katwala, Director, British Future;
Professor Ted Cantle CBE, Chair, Belong – the Cohesion and Integration Network;
Tim Roache, General Secretary, GMB;
Dr Victoria Winckler, Director, The Bevan Foundation;
Will Straw CBE, former Executive Director, Britain Stronger in Europe"
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