The Angry Man... Freud would have a field day.

This was painted by myself and two brothers back in the sixties; I can still remember who painted which bits, mother did a bit too. Double click on the image for an enlargement.

The old man painted the figure head; definitely a self portrait, I then named the ship (even my signwriting is angry). most of the crew seem now to be jumping ship apart from the very gay 'pole dancing' matelot on the foremast.

Suppressed sexuality is most definitely symbolised by the preening mermaid; again the old man's work. god knows what the octopus symbolises.

I've a feeling that some of my French readers might enjoy this... Any comments will be gleefully received.

An existential question answered.

There are some times in a poets life when the only thing that rhymes with 10 p.m. is pub.

But that doesn't stop me thinking on the way to the pub and as I was thinking I thought that I might as well think about 'who is god' and stuff like that....

A black dog crossed my path. I did not stop however, I could smell the beer, but I did think: Is god any more important than that dog and if so, why?

I met up with the English emigre and bickered over a cigarette lighter which broke anyway and then we got into a conversation with a drunken mourner who wanted to know why Jimi Hendrix was more important than his dad... I am not making this up...

Suddenly there before me was the answer; knitted into a womans chest and back.

I personally think, having read Ginsberg's diaries, that the opposite might be true.

I'm going to get my ouija board out and ask Charles Bukowski!

After Annie Leibovitz.

After Annie Leibovitz

On the circle line I said

Let's go to West Ruislip

because we can

and will you marry me

Probably she said

I will not ask her again

but simply say

let's go to West Ruislip

because we can

Papa Was A Rodeo. Misery, romance and humour.

I guess, being a storyteller I am instinctively drawn to the narrative element of Country and Western music; 'Ruby don't take your love to town' gets me every time.

Jarvis Cocker played this on his sunday radio show last week (BBC 6 music)... I'd never come across this band before, I love it. I know 'country' purist will say: 'That ain't country' but It is my kind of country.

Like misery, romance needs humour too!

Ryan O'Reilly band.

An interesting early evening at the Cow; my guru and anger management counsellor dropped by for a chat followed by a notorious pot growing friend... then the king of tours turned up still loved up from Port Eliot; he had Ryan with him.

Ryan and his eponymous band busk on Portobello Road on Saturdays... Get down there, check them out and buy the CD. http://www.ryanoreilly.co.uk/

Sherlock, Telegraph and child abuse.

I do not own a television nor do I wish to own a television. But there again no-one owns a television; television owns you!

However I have been hearing a great deal of positive stuff about the new BBC 'Sherlock'. People who I consider sane and rational were raving about it.

I found it on iplayer last night; watched the first two episodes back to back... I'm hooked!

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00t4pgh

I note that John Preston panned it in the Telegraph...

Not long now before the entire Telegraph readership is dead or in cryogenic suspension and that ghastly rag can be put out of it's misery. I grew up with the Telegraph as a constant in the house... Nothing short of child abuse.

On another subject entirely I find that my daily burgeoning inbox requires a considerable amount of my time.

Be careful about what you wish for.

Kristina Bill, garden sheds and the Stranglers.

Last night, while you were in the pub talking about garden sheds or the stranglers I was at the Island Experiment...

I met Kristina Bill who did a song there... hopefully she will come back and do more:

.http://www.kristinabill.com/index.html

Now garden sheds and the Stranglers may appeal at most times but I can assure you that when Kristina is in the room it is definitely NOT one of those times.

Accreditation from the the king of cool..

After a very, very late night which took in the island experiment at some point I awoke to a message telling me that Jarvis Cocker read one of my poems on the radio.... I'm off to sing 'common people' in the bath!

Good friends.

Some people you meet in life and just carry on. Some people you meet in life and you celebrate then hope you meet again.... Maybe in a bar in Mexico, any where will do!

Michael... see you in Guadalajara.

Miss you already!

Rusty's breakfast.

Rusty writes from Mountain View:

'Hi, how are you? And how is Jan (is he dead at the moment or just ill)? Try my latest breakfast sensation... Raw egg, strong black coffee, banana, milk, yoghurt. Put it all in the blender and whizz!

Breakfast in a glass!'

Rusty.

It sounded good so I tried it out.

david randall curtis / mary cigarettes

Ray Roughler Jones book launch.

This is how the Hill magazine saw it.

http://thehill.greatbritishlife.co.uk/article/ray-roughler-jones-drowning-on-dry-land-w11-notting-hill-tabernacle-party-22291/

Open heart therapy.

Annabel just coined that.

I felt it my duty to put it up and credit her.... Here, first and Annabel.