1969 Was A Good Year For Adderbury

1969 was a good year for the village of Adderbury.
It was the year it was voted "Best-Kept Village In Oxfordshire".
I know this because there's a commemorative plaque
nailed to the wall of the Village Institute
which stands proud testament to the fact.
Tonight, in this quiet Oxfordshire village
(noted for its 15th-century parish church
and distinctive honey-coloured Horton stone cottages),
a grey-haired man stands beneath a painting
of a cornfield at harvest time.
He plays washboard and demi-jar
and sings a song about the outlaw Jesse Woodson James.
That man is my father.
It's my turn to be proud of him for a change.
In the village where he helped me make my first mud pie.
In the village where he gave me my first haircut.
In the village where he read me my first comic-book.
In the village where he showed me how to kick my first football.
In the village where he fed me my first
soft-boiled egg.
In the village voted Oxfordshire's "Best-Kept" back in 1969.

Not Really Much Of A Leg Man

I find myself disagreeing
with Bukowski on this one...
See, I've never really been much of a leg man.
I prefer a girl in plimsoles
to a girl in high heels.
Generally speaking.
I mean, don't get me wrong,
I like legs for sure.
Legs are nice. Legs can be fantastic.
Legs feel good when entangled
round the small of the back.
But they're not what turns my head.
I prefer a tight fringe to long flowing locks.
I prefer a pair of spectacles to contact lenses.
And me? I've never been a big fan of make-up.
Still, that said, there's always
someone out there with the
ability to come waltzing along
and blow the whole thing
clean out of the water.
Like a torpedo. Or a depth-charge.
Preferably when you're least expecting it.

Return Of The Prodigal Jarvis

The scarecrow hair
and the bug-eyed astigmatism.
The epileptic twitches.
and the razor-sharp corduroy elbows.
The tongue in-the-cheek
and what must
surely be the longest index finger in popdom.
All are very much present. All are very much correct.

'Don't Let Him Waste Your Time' promo video

Stupid Sentimental Me

Where once Old London Town
seemed like some aloof and untouchable stranger,
now she appears
almost filled to the bursting
with ghosts and appartitions.
I have a tendency to hang onto things, it's true.
Memories have a habit of rattling around
endlessly in this hollow heart of mine.
I reminisce with every exhale.
Nostalgia seeps from my every pore.
On some days,
just the most simple of
bus journeys along the Finchley Road
can bring to mind the soothing lips
of at least 3 or 4 women that I've loved and lost.
I wouldn't have it any other way.

chasing.....

god! wat happened to me!! my illness juz cant let me go. flu SEEMS like ending soon but not tat soon. n my eyes.. they r so tired for these 4 days. i still donno y. i slept for more than 6 hours n still the same result. c'mon!!! i cant continue like tis!! my time is running out!! i need to study!! 3 events waiting for me to organize!!! god plz.... help me!!! monday, tuesday, wednesday.. 3 days straight stay back in campus till after 11pm. wad da heck. n frens betrayed me. T.T everything is like going against me. or im the 1 going the wrong way?

sicking process

yesterday was my muet exam for reading, writing n listening. it was torturing!!! read around 5 comprehensions!! my eyes were so tired!!! even writing paper need to read 1! n den during the 1st paper reading.. flu started to attack my nose! i donno wat happened. suddenly got flu. damm! i tot it was juz normal flu. but then went back home d sore troat join the party.=.=" at 1st me n my frens planned to go mid vally to watch movie wit reimie from malacca. too bad at 3pm heavy storm... it was the strongest storm ever! the wind like can carry u 10 meters away n the rain like water fall!! the furthest u can c is like 5 meters only. nvm lo. tried to sleep but cant! donno y. felt uncomfortable n body tempreture started to increase T.T. after dinner bernard came to my room to discuss bout the movie plan tomoro. then we started chit chat! pillow talk! 4 guys in 1 room. so wat did we talked?? for sure boy stuff la. pretty girls, helping my fren to date a girl, sex life, sex education, video game, experience in dating, current target, ex (if there is any) n etc. XD. laugh for a few hours lol. tat time i was wearing jacket d. really starting to get sick! im cold so i wear jacket but then my body was so warm. wear or not to wear?? at 12 am REALLY sick d. damm cant watch movie tis morning! sorry reimie. now feel alot better but my mind still very tired n flu going to surrender soon i guess. my mom sure will kill me cuz i din tell her im sick =p. but im old enough to take care of myself

Beautiful Boy

Sean Taro Ono Lennon has never sung in a church before.
Though you try hard,
so very very hard to resist,
you can't help but make a remark
about "how much he sounds like his dad".
Sean was only 5 when Mark David Chapman
dropped into a combat stance on 72nd Street
and fired 4 hollow-pointed bullets
from a Charter Arms revolver
before blaming it all on J. D. Salinger.
Today marks the 40th anniversary of the day
at the Indica gallery
when his parents first met;
when John climbed that stepladder
and picked up that magnifying glass
and spied that single magical word written on the ceiling.
His mum, Sean tells us, is in the audience tonight.
Apparently, the poet Wiliam Blake
was baptized in the font over in the corner.

The Greatest Playwright Of Her Generation

It may surprise you to know
that this isn't the first time
I've sat through a German-language
production of an English stageplay.
The last one hadn't been written
by a dead friend of mine however,
so tonight certainly qualifies as a new experience.
When I first met Sarah, she was wearing shades.
The sun was shining.
We were on the other side of the globe.
England had failed to qualify for The World Cup.
The actress playing Cate (Katharina Schüttler),
with her hoodie and her bare feet and her st.. st.. stammer
reminds me of Sarah just a little.
It's the nose mainly
but also the hair
and the way she holds the gun.
"Lesbo" read the surtitles. "Gash"... "Spaz"... "Wog"...
The stage spins.
Rubble falls from the roof.
Giant fluorescant striplights hum.
Even now, some 12 years later,
that line about Man Utd beating Liverpool still grates.
She'd've been happy about that.

zerbombt

When Suddenly Spring Feels A Long Ways Off

And it's these kinds of mornings
fresh with the frost of onrushing winter
when I most miss
the simple pleasures of being able
to roll over
and find a nice pair of warm buttocks
to place my hands upon.

cancer - my chemical romance

Turn away,
If you could get me a drink
Of water cause my lips are chapped and faded
Call my aunt Marie
Help her gather all my things
and bury me
in all my favorite colors,
my sisters and my brothers, still,
I will not kiss you,
cause the hardest part of this,
is leaving you.

Now turn away,
cause I'm awful just to see
cause all my hair's abandoned all my body,
Oh, my agony,
know that I will never marry,
Baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo
but counting down the days to go.

It just ain't living
And I just hope you know
That if you say (if you say)
Goodbye today (goodbye today)
I'd ask you to be true (cause I'd ask you to be true)
Cause the hardest part of this
Is leaving you...

Cause the hardest part of this
Is leaving you...