Today I read a book A novel set in space It depicted the bleak end Of the human race It was set in future times Many years from now It predicted our doom And it detailed how We wiped our planet out Through wars and pollution How we failed to change our ways How we…
Month: August 2017
Scraping The Barrel
Is there any problem in the world that can’t be solved by a nice biscuit? Maybe a Chocolate-covered Digestive, or perhaps a Jammy Dodger? I mean obviously obesity. It stands to reason that you aren’t going to solve obesity by eating Shortbread. But, aside from that, is there any problem in the world that can’t…
Weathering The Storm With A Nice Cup Of Tea
I was slightly nervous about posting this week’s oeuvre for ‘Artist’s Corner’. It might be a touch controversial. I can imagine some people might get offended. There may be anger and vitriol. Maybe some things shouldn’t be shared with world. But art is art and it behooves me to post this no matter what the…
Just One More
“Just one more,” is my mantra As I near my breaking point Just one more and I can rest And ease my creaking joints Breathless, broken, sweating An hour of constant pain At the end of which I wonder What exactly do I gain? The answer comes soon after I pick myself up off the…
Even I Don’t Know What This Post Is About And I Wrote It
I’m in work as I write this. Which might seem a bit naughty, because one should never use work time for blogging and I absolutely never would. It’s not ok to blog during work time. The above paragraph was written on the basis that although there’s no chance my boss ever reads my blog, if…
Always Read The Label
It’s Friday, which is the day that, when I can be bothered, I post something that I claim is art, even though it really isn’t. Even accepting the notion that art is in the eye of the beholder, and that anything can therefore qualify as art, it would be a stretch to claim I’ve actually…
Sofa So Good
Oh hallowed throne of relaxation I sit here in shallow content Though there may be some procrastination That wasn’t my intent For while I may have much to do Tasks I should complete I shall not achieve much today For I’m only on episode two Of a boxset that is quite a treat So on…
James Complains About Plumbers
Ok, it’s been a while since I did a ‘James Complains’, so just a reminder that nothing here is to be taken too seriously. There are bigger problems in the world than my relationship with plumbers. And if you are a plumber reading this, then please be aware that I am very much against the…
You’ll be egg-static when you read this post – it’s full of egg-cellent yolks
Welcome to another ‘Artist’s Corner’, the regular feature on my blog, which imaginary critics are calling “absolutely pointless” and “the worst thing I’ve ever seen on any blog ever”. Some pretty hurtful imaginary comments there but regardless I press on with my poor attempts at art. Normally I’d unveil a fairly rubbish drawing at this…
The Grass Is Always Greener
If the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence Perhaps that means it rains more on that side Which may not be a bad thing If greener grass is worth a little extra rain Although it seems unlikely That it would rain more On the other side of the fence Because…
A Lacustrine Staycation
For the sake of context I should point out that I wrote this a week and half ago when I was still very much on holiday in the Lake District. I’m not any more. It doesn’t really matter but I don’t want anyone reading this to feel mislead. Because I care. That’s just the kind…
99
The number ’99’ is surprisingly ubiquitous. One shy of the more well-rounded ‘100’, ’99’ could well have been lost in the shadows of its more illustrious neighbour. After-all ‘100’ is a power of ten, that most noble of numeric families upon which the decimal system is entirely dependent. Our understanding of currency, measurements (presuming one…
The Best Of All The Poems
This is a great poem With good words Big words The best words It’s a great, great poem Believe me And together we’re going to make poetry great again I can tell you The press will tell you it’s not a great poem But they… What do the press know about poetry? I know about…
James Proclaims! 