buried treasure

 

 

drained and empty

buried in the garden

lost from sight and mind

waiting

waiting for years

 

dug up and brought to the light

turned round and round

in our hands

a memory of time gone

slowly dissolving

before our eyes

 

 

 

the power of light

 

 

time has told me

 

 

aston villa 2 v 0 norwich city

 

I love everything Norwich City F.C. stand for. They have fantastic owners who care deeply about the club. Not as an investment or a brand, but as true supporters. Their home ground is great and their fans amazing. Despite the ups and downs of their team they continue to follow them throughout the years.

 

All this stands in sharp contrast to the rest of the Premiership where money  rules.

 

So whilst it's pleasing to watch the Villa return to winning ways courtesy of goals from Ollie Watkins and Danny Ings it's sad to see Norwich consigned to yet another relegation. I hope they're back soon. The Premiership needs clubs like Norwich to remind us what football is about.

 

 

 

 

fear and loathing in the vaults

 

 

Lunchtimes with Terry invariably involve a descent into the gloomy depths of The Post Office Vaults. You wouldn't know it was a pub from the outside. Just an anonymous door in a busy street of shops at the centre of Birmingham. But down its stairs lies a vast collection of bottled beers, some of which boast eye-watering alcoholic strength.

 

This lunchtime I have with me a newly-purchased copy of , 'A Life in Ink', a fantastic book packed full of illustrations by the legendary Ralph Steadman.  I first came across Ralph's work when reading Dr. Hunter S. Thompson's gonzo novel, 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas'.

 

The new book proves a perfect aperitif for the Belgian beer that follows!

 

 

 

 

modern life is rubbish

 

 

 

 

 touch to start

 my smoky breast fillets

i am so confused

but 

in a safe self place

crossing paths

 

and why don't you call home

touchez

tram lines

and

modern life

rubbish

chasing down 

three rabbit holes