Meat and potato pie from Edgelands

My good friend Steve has let me borrow a book that he thought might suit me. “Edgelands” by poets Paul Farley and Michael Symmons Roberts. I’m not much into poetry but this book is prose. Not quite sure how one writes a book with someone else but they seem to have managed it seamlessly. I’veContinue reading “Meat and potato pie from Edgelands”

“I don’t need a watch, I tell the time from the crap TV programmes I’m watching.”.

Same old, same old. TV is a massive hole that needs to be filled every day. Something the local council have really given up on around here, and probably everywhere. Before the ‘C’ word arrived was no better. Suspension testing holes in the roads were rife. When we lived in Gloucester the road men usedContinue reading ““I don’t need a watch, I tell the time from the crap TV programmes I’m watching.”.”

Plottage: the answer to a bad day?

In the present scheme of things small things that go ‘wrong’ might be considered to be trifling, and they are. I have this odd theory that things going wrong come in 3s. Once those three things have passed you can move along and get on with the day and hope that something productive might emerge.Continue reading “Plottage: the answer to a bad day?”