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.
Wednesday, 10 June 2020
Free NHS mental health test for all Tory voters.
Due to the Government's handling of the Coronavirus crisis along with Boris Johnson's licking of Trump's arse the NHS has announce that it will Test all Tory voters for the 'I'm all right Jack' Virus as well as their ability to think for themselves.
Trump orders removal of Statue of Liberty.
Friday, 5 June 2020
BREAKING NEWS. Johnson tests positive for Coprophobia.
Scientists have discovered that the reason for the prime minister's inability to comb his hair is a direct result of, until now, undiagnosed Coprophobia. A symptom of which is the inability to look at himself.
He may have passed this virus on to the whole cabinet plus 'Driver' Cummins.
Trump's America: Deathspot/Despot.
Tinpot
tosspot
crackpot
despot
pisspot
crockpot
Tinpot
despot
blackspot
drosspot
hotspot
deathspot
baldspot
blindspot
blackspot
deathspot
tosspot
crackpot
despot
pisspot
crockpot
Tinpot
despot
blackspot
drosspot
hotspot
deathspot
baldspot
blindspot
blackspot
deathspot
Thursday, 4 June 2020
Wednesday, 3 June 2020
Photograph of the Year.
Look into the eyes: A hundred million stories told.
When I look into his eyes I see my own guilt reflected.
Photograph courtesy of Christopher Scholey. http://www.christopherscholey.com/
When I look into his eyes I see my own guilt reflected.
Photograph courtesy of Christopher Scholey. http://www.christopherscholey.com/
Monday, 1 June 2020
'The Naughty Step'. The most exclusive pop up private members club in London.
For one month only the Naughty Step will offer socially distanced exclusivity; a place to meet no one save the Bouncer. Facilities are non-existent, hats compulsory and the welcome effusive. Bring your own conversation.
Social distancing is fiercely enforced.
Applicants, who must be known to the bouncer, a virtual post card please. No Tory MP's admitted.
Another day up the PM's bum, toxic policy and survival.
'Another day up the queen's arse' was a common 'end of day' refrain in England's prisons.
It was a statement of defiance, resilience and survival. It ticked off another day towards freedom.
During these days of chaos and Governmental incompetence in which the sensible part of the community remains 'banged up', Another day up Boris' arse has become my end of day mantra.
As the General Amnesty begins; an elitist gamble which will cost many lives in a drive to restart the economy, much to the horror of all common sense, along with most scientists and Doctors, even those advising Johnson and co, the mantra: 'Another day up Boris' arse will remain valid and necessary to mark survival during a doomed idiots selfish and ill advised toxic policy.
The amnesty will also disguise the fact that, since the Cummins crime, no-one is listening to Johnson nor following lock-down rules.
God help us all.
Sunday, 31 May 2020
Sad bloke in the kitchen. Sugar during lock-down.
Fret not, you do not need bags of different sugars. All you need is unbleached granulated sugar and the following tips:
1. Caster sugar: Bung granulated sugar in a blender and blitz.
2. Icing sugar: As above but blitz for longer then sieve.
3. Brown sugar: Add some gravy browning.
4. Sugar cubes: Cowboy up cupcake and get over it.
Sorted.
1. Caster sugar: Bung granulated sugar in a blender and blitz.
2. Icing sugar: As above but blitz for longer then sieve.
3. Brown sugar: Add some gravy browning.
4. Sugar cubes: Cowboy up cupcake and get over it.
Sorted.
Auto Dontist's breakfast amuse bouche.
Ice cream
Strawberry & black pepper
Mandarin orange & pineapple
Passion fruit & Pommegranite
Vodka & Ginger beer
Cummins, driving and eye tests.
Cummins could have walked from his cottage at Dad's place to the golf course next door to check out his driving ability or failing that walked a little further to the Driving Test Centre, where they have an eye chart for that very purpose.
Saturday, 30 May 2020
Sad bloke in the Kitchen. Led by the roof.
A lovely day today up on the roof mucking about. The roof dictated dinner:
Omelette fines herbes.
2 eggs beaten, salt and black pepper. Nothing else.
Heat an omelette pan, chuck in a knob of butter let it melt and sizzle. Eggs in, muck about with a fork a bit.
DO NOT LET IT COOK TOO MUCH.
when nearly there, ie when you still have runny bits, chuck in a child's handful of herbs, I had parsley, chives and thyme, straight from the plants chopped roughly.
Fold it, plate it, eat it. I had homemade bread and a bottle of Valpolicella to hand so that did. Garnished with JJ Cale.
So simple, so quick and so redolent of that cafe lunch on the trip south to Bordeaux in 1973 with the woman you loved then but later hated & now find yourself thinking of fondly.
Strawberry and black pepper ice cream after that. Ten minutes between Strawberries leaving the plant and hitting the freezer. Sounds like an odd combination but Try freshly ground pepper on strawberries and cream and you'll get the idea.
I was going to post a photograph but didn't.
My cheats ice cream will remain a secret until patents have been granted.
I was going to post a photograph but didn't.
My cheats ice cream will remain a secret until patents have been granted.
What crisis?
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