Crawling across my keyboard in an internet cafe down a back street in Soho. Immature and non-threatening it was hardly the horror story I always thought it would be. My first cockroach. I watched it scurry about for a few minutes with sirens wailing behind me and the chatter of a score of different nationalities around me, wondering, if any of them like me have just seen their first cockroach.
Friday, 29 February 2008
Secrets & Lies
"The truth is like the sun, its benefit is entirely dependent on our distance from it"
Monday, 18 February 2008
Resignation
(via text)
Boss: Where are you?
Me: Hiding in a bush
Boss: Which bush. I will come and get you.
Me: A bush you can never find me in
Boss: What the fuck you on
Me: Goodbye
Sunday, 27 January 2008
Codeine
I was taking Codeine every day for a month. Letting each tablet melt onto my tongue and the effects wash away the woes and wranglings that have been dragging me down. A life of opiates far beats this shitty life.
Tuesday, 22 January 2008
Blog
It was going to be a movie script and now it’s a blog.
Here’s for the humble potato where so many great things can be created with meagre hands.
Here’s for the humble potato where so many great things can be created with meagre hands.
Sunday, 20 January 2008
The End 2

It’s the natural order of things. Well, they say.
Everything ends.
Everything changes.
Not one single thing remains the same.
Except this was supposed to last forever. We even made a pact. Perhaps in retrospect it would have been better etched in blood. At least there would have been a sign for the future, a sign that it was all going to end up like this – in the worse possible way.
Everything ends.
Everything changes.
Not one single thing remains the same.
Except this was supposed to last forever. We even made a pact. Perhaps in retrospect it would have been better etched in blood. At least there would have been a sign for the future, a sign that it was all going to end up like this – in the worse possible way.
Wednesday, 16 January 2008
The Doughnut Man
I once knew man who made doughnuts. Original American recipe. He sold them for the entire time I knew him until he was pushed over a bridge in a supposed robbery. I never tasted his doughnuts.
Monday, 14 January 2008
Oh Sweet Canola
I am running out of everything, even the strawberry jam has gone. i miss the sweet smell of truffle oil and the sight of green Tabasco that instantly brought a smile. There are not even any lentils left and the potatoes are moldy. It has got to a stage where there is only one thing left to do......
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