Basically a flat bit of metal screwed to a cylinder thing, with a hitting stick. When struck, the thing emitted a sort of mournful off-key boink noise. Tuesday, January 20, 2009. Enquired Small Person yesterday, when can we tidy out my wardrobe? Anyway. Why is it so important right now? Because, Mummy, my alien offspring replies,. I want to turn it into a place where I can pray to god. Who am I kidding? 25 cries of Miss, Miss! .

35 year old Londoner, agoraphobic, aims to dispel myths, write honestly, tell it like it is, and possibly entertain a little along the way. Writes a bit sometimes, too. Monday, 29 December 2008. Ringing in the new, or some such other festive bollocks.

This blog wont be monitored or updated any more. The web will reclaim it, like a sandcastle abandoned to the sea. But the fun of a sandcastle is in the building. Signing off, with a pocket full of shells,. Writing brought us together my K. A private language quick to bind.

Nor am I a good enough writer to make something worthy happen onscreen regularly.

8230;that there is often the most joy. Flicker-fest fast, surround sound now. He slumbers still, breath hot and wet. Hand reaches out in ink-deep dark. Alone for now, in waking dreams. Crazy-thoughts or everyday Joe? Sleep evades, restlessness pervades.