Standing outside the bar, the sun high in a clear skyBack inside, a few beers. Sitting at the bar. Couple of folk come and go.And back outside.Some clouds have drifted in and robbed us of a winter sunset.So I go back inside.Eddie has got me a beer waiting.Best barman in town. And the football aboutContinue reading “The Art of Conversation”
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Let’s Go
“I’m tired, man. I’ve been working all day. I just want to go to my bed, put some songs on, and then just sleep.” “Ah ok, well, fair enough, but what did you do last night?” “Couch. TV.” “And the night before?” “Couch. TV.” He took a drag on his cigarette. “You know that willContinue reading “Let’s Go”
Days
Sometimes I think about the days. I’ve already had more than some, and less than others. Some just ran away from me, whether I let them or not. The days I remember best are the ones I rose to meet. Making something from nothing. And I think about the other days. The ones where IContinue reading “Days”
Cohen
The seats were rough with a few frayed covers. There were empty bottles all over the floor.I turned the music up on my phone. I was out here in the middle of the night. The flat was too big, and the bed empty. The movement helped. The other passengers like ghosts in the windows. TheContinue reading “Cohen”
Commit or Fuck Off
Sometimes you just start writing a sentence and follow it to where it goes, and more often than not it goes someplace you didn’t expect or weren’t ready for, and sometimes it just kills a few minutes of dead air, like on the radio where the guest hasn’t turned up, or they’re a bit nervousContinue reading “Commit or Fuck Off”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 