The Price of Books

Miserable Bastards (Part 2) You can read part one here: https://paulandrewsneddon.com/2025/07/12/wake-up-juice/ I look at the two suits I’ve got hanging on the rack, wrapped in plastic.I pull on my jeans, t-shirt, hoodie. Trainers.Standard operating procedure.And I’m out on the street.Bright Glasgow sunshine. What gives?Could get used to this.I’m not wearing sunglasses, just going for aContinue reading “The Price of Books”

Wake Up Juice

Miserable Bastards (Part One): A writer wakes up with a hangover, no plan and a ceiling that’s due to collapse. One second,Two seconds,Three seconds,Four seconds. Time slips away. I open my eyes. The morning is bright.Too bright. Am I alive? My mouth is dry.My head hurts. I can see the patch on the ceiling whereContinue reading “Wake Up Juice”

Bus Stop Boogie

Bus stop in the gentle rain,Waiting,Waiting.Old couple arguing about something, nipping at each other.Dressed like they are on a hill-walking expedition in monsoon season for the trip down to the bingo.Sharing a packet of Wotsits.The wet grass.Cars rolling by in the street,Turn up the volume,Ian Dury and the BlockheadsBurst through my headphones.And I’m traveling,Borneo,Bordeaux,Fantastique.Feet tapping,Moving,NearContinue reading “Bus Stop Boogie”

Sunday Nights

Sunday night in the setting sun,front step sitting now the work is done.The universe is in my veins,I’ve got my phone playing some songs,rock and soul all night long.Close my eyes and breathe it in.Every Sunday, you’ll find me here,some songs and a couple of beers.Take it easy, let it roll.Life moves fast, so gotContinue reading “Sunday Nights”