Rossy and Brandy

30/10/2008 by admin.

Maybe this could be the last word on the subject?

Why is it that certain people have to resign and others seem to breeze through life? Why not sack the editor who broadcast the piece? This was not a live show but a recording. Did they really think that the BBC would actually broadcast it?

It would appear that Michael Jackson is not welcome by 57% of the people of Essex …because of what he’s been accused of in the past…

Well, we’d better get rid of ‘Mortgage Mandelson’, ‘Cash For Questions Blair’ and while we’re at it, ‘Carphone VAThouse Charles Dunstone and David Ross’ not to mention ‘Fraud 4 You John Caudwell’. Yes, it’s one law for one and one for another…

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The Delights of Snow

28/10/2008 by admin.

   Nostalgia makes you feel all warm inside yet today’s outpouring from the gloomy Essex skies reminded me of how fractious our climate can be. Was it just a few weeks ago that I was lying in the garden, glass of chilled rose in one hand, lover in the other? Ah, yes, it was. Now the skylight is obscured by fallen hail, not melting, not drowning. I am lifted by the knowledge that old friends are in touch, new friends call and life is on the up.  However bad these times make you feel, just spare a thought for snowballs, shiny faces and frozen ponds.  Let the child out now and again. It was you then and it’s still you now…

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Winter Love

27/10/2008 by admin.

Easter love springs hope eternal

Yet coming year could be infernal

Bright new clothes and fluttering hearts

Can sometimes herald doomed false starts

 

Like budding bush and daffodil

Changing season’s bitter pill

Better bear in mind the cost

It’s often dashed by April frost

 

When love is born from summer heat

Passions flaming, love tastes sweet

Sea-washed shores and moonlit walks

It’s almost like old Cupid talks

 

Hands brush close as sun is burning

For torrid passion young loins yearning

Hearts beat fast by June time’s peak

But come the fall the love’s antique

 

Autumn leaves bring late romance

And don’t they lead a merry dance

Swirling, teasing in such a rush

Soon turn forest floor to mush

 

Country inns and carpets Persian

Easily create diversion

Come the season of glad tiding

Fickle amour is back in hiding

 

Yet winter love that’s born in snow

Ignites the passions far below

That is the love of yours and mine

Pray, when’s the day of St Valentine?

 

Winter love it fades not fast

Though land is swept with icy blast

From deep within our beating hearts

We’ll keep them safe, those angel’s darts

 

 

 

 

So lovers, seasonal advice

Don’t sunset seek in hasty trice

If true love is your heart’s desire

Wait until they’ve lit the fire

 

For springtime love can rue the day

When summer love has gone away

And autumn’s flickering candle? Never!

It’s winter love that lasts forever

 

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Better Off Dead

27/10/2008 by admin.

I’ve always found it somewhat strange

No! Surreal is the word

The way we glorify the war

In film and spoken word

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This is no attempt to scorn

Those men who paid the price

Quite the opposite is true

But wouldn’t it be nice

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To look after the living

Whilst they’re still around

Not wait till Al Qaeda

Have stuck them in the ground

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Under fire in Helmand province

Some Godforsaken hole

Fighting for Blair and country

It’s better than the dole

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Let’s get back on topic

We’re talking about lives

There’s more dough for the dead, pal

Than weeping kids and wives

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Trumpets, pomp and fancy funerals

Coffins draped with flags

Dignitaries saluting

The rows of body bags

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But who was there to bother

When they all went out?

Just the wives and families

With stomachs in, chests out

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Something on the morning show

Woke up my sleeping mind

We spend more money on the graves

Than the wives who are left behind

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The boys went out with cardboard boots

And jeeps made out of tin

Yet we bring them back in coffins

Accompanying military din

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“Necessary evil”

And “Expedient”’s bandied round

The only mass destruction

Is when Daddy can’t be found

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There’s more Victoria Crosses

Given to the dead

They gave their lives for England

“Could someone pass the bread?”

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Pompous politicians

Tell us why we’re there

Yet each and every conflict

Lacks planning and due care

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This poem could be written

Down the centuries

The story never changes

Just the weapons and the ease -

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- with which we slip into the carnage

Union Jacks held high

Never think about the outcome

Never questioning “But why?”

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I think it’s the hypocrisy

The politicos band about

Ranting on about the honour

Masking all the doubt

 

“Ultimate sacrifice, don’t you know!”

All jolly fine working chaps

Try giving them some guns that work

Not friendly fire ‘mishaps’

 

And while we’re on the subject

Of inefficient tanks

Give our lads the right stuff

Don’t force nicking off the Yanks

 

We should go back to the old days

When the king stood at the front

Not hiding down in Whitehall

Like some lily-livered cunt

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So think about the girlfriends

The families and wives

Desperate for a hand-out

To help their shattered lives

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They don’t want shiny medals

Accepted through the tears

Try giving them decent money

To ease those stolen years

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On this beautiful day…

27/10/2008 by admin.

…it is time to consider European harmonisation. Why, oh why do we have to endure this ludicrous hour’s difference? Now we have an hour less in the evening to appreciate the beauty of the day, as opposed to doing it through bleary eyed hangovers a.m. Today I am working on the sequel to Gr££d; a book which I expect to complete some time after Christmas.  

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Novel extracts published

17/10/2008 by admin.

It gave me great pleasure to upload some chapters from Gr££d, The Chimera and Right to Live today. I welcome comment from readers on this bright and sunny autumn day and wish you all a good weekend.

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