To glorious summers

I want to go backTo those glorious summers of youCarefree cigarettesIn sunny beer gardensOver cheap house redCareless words exchangedSignalling nothingBut the joy of fruitless conversationAs we felt each other out with wordsAnd ideasAnd storiesTo while away all the timeIn the world Followed by car trips Dripping with anticipation To dance intense With other ecstatic seekers…

Horton Hears A Huhne

I love it when you find notes and fragments of stuff you started writing a long time ago. You forget all about it and get to be disappointed in yourself all over again. This nugget was me trying to turn Chris Huhne’s court case into a Dr Seuss book. Natural thing to spend your time…