Sunday 13 November 2016

the end of an era.

Thursday 10/11/16

the cat came back and slept for good.
she hadn't been well and had been missing for 5 days.
she came back to say goodbye as i knew she would. and
died in my arms.
10 years in the making for that 2 seconds of trust.
we'd lived in numerous places together. always together.
she always came back and so did i.
it was kind of, the deal.
she slept on my head.
she watched me puke.
she found hiding places and never went far.
we had a secret whistle
and we spoke to each other.
she knew when i was upset
and she saw me through the worst days of my life.
she was my best non human friend,
and i was her best non feline friend.
some human-cat dating site found our profiles matched
and set about the meet.
november 2006 at fy4 4tx.
after that
that was that.
she came back
and so did i
day in
day out
this place and that.

sooner or later it had to end, i know.

"Here with me now
not lost in the shadows
peacefully sleeping
as the night birds sing.
You breezed in and breezed out.
Goodnight my love
Thank you for your time"





Thursday 3 February 2011

and again.......and again

so the cat went out and again she came back. she hasn't slept for for....well, days but she did come back to the new place so well done tiger, here's a treat.

Thursday 21 February 2008

Spot is found!!!!









"yeee har and all that" cried Bob as a bedraggled Spot crawled into view. "Spots Back!"


"where have you been spot?" asked Bob,


Spot didnt answer but by the tired look in his eyes, the funny way he was walking and the wry smile he offered Bob realised it was bitching season.


"you had us all worried Spot and all the time you were getting your end away!" Bob shook his head and felt rather silly at the emergency situation he created. Spot was growing up, he had discovered girls, Bob needed to up his game.




He assembled the members of the "Lets find Spot campaign" and explained the situation. while Suzi tutted and Mummy looked rather disapprovingly at him Spot looked rather sheepish, if thats possible for a dog but his conquests kept his spirits up. The men of the group were secretly proud of spot and would spoil him in due course.
Bob thanked everyone for their efforts and best wishes and just as he was getting to the bit were Spot would nod his head when Bob assured them it wouldn't happen again Postman Pat chipped in that he thought one of the babies had answered another `call of nature` and the group was dispersed, but not before a big thank you was given out to Daddy for preparing the food.
All was well, spot was found.

Monday 28 January 2008

bob and me

This is Bob. i work with Bob on a daily basis, and i will miss him when he goes to the place that toys go to when they're of no use anymore. Bob is Bob, and i am Bob. that is, Bob is me or i can be Bob. he is my super-ego, my split personality, he's the man who will say what i dare'nt. if there's a social issue, Bob addresses it, if there's a house issue-he's on it. if there's something you shouldn't say in front of a child, Bob will find a way. i am Bob in various role playing scenarios, all being based around his house.

Bob has a 2 bedroomed detatched and there are 6, sometimes 8 living in there. it can get pretty crowded. included in this picture are the 2 mummy's, Bev, Teddy and Pat Pat, the local policeman. there is a dog kennel to the rear of the property where Spot usually lives. he has gone awol since Christmas but Pat Pat assures us he will turn up again. Pat Pat is the voice of reason, he also is one of my super-ego's (the one i generally don't listen to).




Bob owns a shop, but only the downstairs. a girl called Cushdie owns the upstairs and has turned it into a cafe, without Bobs approval i must add. when she is in the shop, she rules the establishment and sends Bob out on trips he wouldnt go on otherwise, for instance rescuing one of the many Sophies from a perilous situation on the couch or taking someone to the hospital in the back of his delivery van.



now this is Annie, she is good friends with Bob, in what context I'm not sure, Best friends i think though they do have their falling outs. she also runs a shop, next door to Bobs, though it's unclear what she actually sells. Annies life is simple, she tells Bob what to do and he, generally does it without question, as he does with Cushdie but there doesnt seem to be the connection there is with Annie. she is very special to Bob, and only Bob knows why.

this is Bob chairing a meeting of the local residents on a
'Let's find Spot' campaign. l-r (anti-clockwise) Mummy, Teddy, Pat Pat, Daddy, Bev, Annie, Baby, Mummy, Mel, Tracy, Blashdee, Plak, Postman Pat.
welcome to our Imaginary world.


Saturday 26 January 2008

family ties (and pirates)

it's incredible really how our facial looks, our diseases our inflictions our traits and habits can be passed on to the next generation of unsuspecting, apparantly free individuals. apparantly because even though society tells them they are free and they have certain freedoms of choice there are some things they simply cannot get away from.
this is me, on a normal day just leaving the house to go to work.
an aging man who looks like he should have had dental intervention in childhood i think you will agree. but then in my day there was no room for vanity, it was a luxury of the rich and famous. you had what you had and that was that.



now take a look at my daughter, i admit, her teeth are slightly worse than mine and would need some real money throwing at them but to have those teeth AND an eye patch??? it's uncanny, as i was saying at the start, you can be as free as you like but your past will always be there imprinted on your every move. now i'm not a psychic or anything like that but i bet if you went back far enough into my geneology you'd find a pirate there somewhere who didnt have the best set of nashers. it just struck me the other day that i havent dug the back garden up for treasure lately, maybe the gene is fading. my wife is sick of it i have to say. she was finding X's everywhere and the next time she looked there was a big hole in the floor. i showed her the map but she didnt beleive me. said i should see `someone` but never said who. maybe he knows where the treasure is and that's why. hmmmmmm


Sunday 20 January 2008

yo billy!


my cousin, nicola and her husband, shaun went to bed one night and when they woke up in the morning the stork had brought billy to live with them. this is billy, he appears to like wearing facial disguises, which in this world of vague descriptions and lookey likey photo-fits is a plus. who could mistake you if youve got an orange groucho marx face on?

good lad. welcome to the crazy club.

Saturday 19 January 2008

new moon


short note, shouldnt even need to say this really but if anyone out there hasnt got elliot smith's `new moon` ( a collection of rare songs, b-sides and stuff that never made it onto albums) then they should. if they havent got any of his stuff then you know that thing that sometimes wakes you up or pushes you into a dreamy state and you dont know why? that feeling that you've forgot something when you havent or that something should have happened but didnt? thats the space that this great man fills.
start with either/or, work forwards then backwards, then pick up your guitar.