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”
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Out of Habit
Life is a firecracker sometimes, and sometimes it’s a little bar like this. This just suits me down to the ground. The Harbour Pub, it never stops surprising me just how many people it fits when it looks like someone’s front room. The library round the corner, quiet on a Tuesday afternoon. Get a bookContinue reading “Out of Habit”
May
A light bulb is burning out as the sun sets. Talking heads on the TV. Fuck off and give me peace. The window’s open but the air isn’t moving. The shadows stretching long across the floor. I can hear a train moving through the city, there and then gone. Who the fuck even watches TVContinue reading “May”
Out of Step
If you fall out of step with the world, it’s hard to get back in. You just see all the people walking by, so sure of themselves. They don’t see you. They’re not allowed to. It would break the certainty. If they do see you, they glance and look away. Best to stay in line.Continue reading “Out of Step”
Gibbons Guitar Tone
Walk through town.Tall buildings casting shadowunder the winter sun. Traffic queues up.Someone’s got the window down,making a phone call,and you can hear them half way up the streettelling someonethey need to get creamfor those haemorrhoids. Few folk laughing. Walk past the pub.Looks like a good crowd in.The band is cranking outSharp Dressed Man. I’m eitherContinue reading “Gibbons Guitar Tone”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 