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

 

 

 

 

 

ghost rider

 

 

 

 

hooray for the ghost rider

riddled in strange dreads

he dreams

entranced 

of empty milk cartons 

and leaning towers of pizza

 

 

 

wonderland

 

 

 

dusk

 

 

dusk falls

and

midnight blossoms

light

the gloom

 

 

night calls

 

 

the night calls

sweet scented sun

falls

burnt ochre

 crow caws

through gilded seed halls

faded

rape walls

as night

closes in

 

 

 

aston villa 0 v tottenham hotspur 4

 

  

Pictured above, a steward gives directions to the nearest exit gate at Villa Park.

 

 

 

Oh dear, another grim Saturday. My personal highlight is meeting a lovely couple from Galway. She'd bought tickets for his Christmas present, their first visit to Villa. I so wish it could be a better outcome for them.

 

At least I get to hear George Weasley (or rather, Oliver Phelps the actor who played him in the Harry Potter movies) being interviewed for the Aston Villa Foundation.

And as for the football. Meh ... again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the rake's progress ... or the sad tale of cedric dearie

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cedric Dearie (1958-2022)

 

The life of Cedric Dearie sends a cautionary warning to profligates the world over. Born into wealth, Cedric is the youngest scion of the mighty Dearie dynasty - the renowned inventors of the self-levelling empire-line trouser. Coming into his inheritance early he proceeds to blow the family fortune in a tawdry saga of repeated entrepreneurial failure.

 

His first business venture is a budget remake of 'Jaws'. Predictably, cut-backs in the props department mean the film tanks on its opening night.

 

 

 

Undeterred, Cedric begins an unexpected but rapid descent into the seedy underbelly of the criminal world. Whilst on holiday in Italy he enters a sordid backstreet cafe´where he's propositioned by a steely-eyed Mafioso searching for an assassin to take out the head of a rival gang.

 

Sadly, poor Cedric mishears the job offer. His subsequent venture into on-line millinery merchandising  fails spectacularly and he's forced to close 'The Hat-Man' barely a month after its launch. 

 

Here's a picture of Cedric with the remnants of the 'fire-sale'.

Things go from bad to worse for the increasingly desperate Cedric. His next move is into the hospitality trade, but sadly his decision to sink the last of his inheritance in 'The Naked Chef's Bistro' proves disastrous.

 

Cedric sustains third-degree burns to a sensitive part of the anatomy during an unfortunate incident with a hot wok. It brings  a sad and painful end to his latest venture.

Fame and fortune having eluded the aging Dearie for so long he has but one last roll of the die. Cedric turns his back on the world of commerce, declaring, "A poet I shall be!"

 

Seated uncomfortably on a stool in his kitchen he begins to write, the words pouring out from his tortured soul...

 

 

It's all downhill from here

I was born to this world incredibly young,

bereft of control over bladder, bowels and tongue,

but as I grow old I'm sorry to say

I'm hurtling downhill with no means to delay.

 

For that which was supple and flexed with great ease

is now fused solid from hips to the knees.

Whilst a thing once rigid, jutting proud, firm and bold

droops limp in reverse, a sad sign that I'm old. 

 

The waist grows thicker, the hair starts to thin.

Spare me the tonic, just bring me the gin.

 

So with stoic resolve it's the final big drop,

a vertiginous fall from life's mountain top.

It'll bring me full circle to where I've begun,

bereft of control over bladder, bowels and tongue!'

As the ink dries on his masterpiece Cedric is overcome with emotion. He falls from his perch to an untimely death, the Rake's Progress now complete.