24 hour news on the bar TV. BBC. An unshaven bloke next to me with nicotine hair, bloodshot eyes says “these guys don’t investigate, they present and report. Haven’t had an independent thought in years. It’s a non-stop advert for destruction and consumption. You know, there are websites where cannibals can meet up with people… Read more »
Off the Rails
Mini epics/prose poems from the edge of the eighties, nineties, noughties and numpties
The British Government? Unskripalous!
After I dropped the tab I thought – is this escapism, or have I just taken a step towards the real real world? And then I spent the next stage more than understanding the interconnection of everything alive, I breathed it. Sunshine Superman – as famous as Purple Haze. That was ’81. And now in… Read more »
Bit of a let down. Some clown’s dream from the 60s. I blame, um… Pisces.
If you ask how I view things – half empty or half full – I say not only is the glass drained, it’s dry. It’s all a question of survival. A well-trained eye – for a bargain, for a mug – you know, prey. Bread and butter. I move like a shark, mate. Better to… Read more »
We were both 18, I expect, when she said: “I don’t want to grow old. This here, now, is perfect. Will you promise me one thing?” And I said: “Yep, sure, ask away.” “If I reach my 30th birthday, I want you to kill me without regret.” “Simple, you’ll stumble into a grave you’ve been… Read more »
I seem to be the only bastard sober enough in this place to recognise a complete knob-head when he’s in your face – and we’ve got one now, occupying every available space with a TV screen. There’s dozens of them here, just in case you miss anything they want you to know, or see, while… Read more »
Ideally I would have thought this through and not just taken a big step forward into the wild blue sky. But there you go, I always was impulsive, inclined to fail again where others only try once. For example, when I insulted my boss by calling him a nonce to his face. He deserved it,… Read more »
They dragged some guy off the bus today, who was ranting and raving about how we’d all, as a nation, lost our way. How we’d allowed ourselves to become dumb, suckling zombies feeding off the beast, while some power elite feasted gaily at our expense. “It’s common sense!” he cried. “Wake up before it’s too… Read more »