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Tuesday, 21 June 2022

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 Short story ideas

From December 2013

    1. A man buys a very cheap 56 inch TV from his mate. It works perfectly, until one day idly surfing he notices that channel 56 is locked. However, gradually this non-access to that channel does his head in. He goes online and looks for any help – there is none. He eventually manages to do a factory re-set. Channel 56 is revealed. It is his own conscience.

    2. “At the end, he spurted out seemingly unconnected phrases which I recorded in a last desperate grasp to try and understand him. Only now am I realizing, in fits and starts, in different languages, metaphors and nibbles, in spurts and tangents, that it is his life story….”

    3. I am the keeper of the bridge. Britannia is ruined and Menai Bridge is destroyed. 100,000 people live in high rise hell, a Hong Kong-esque post-nuclear-like hinterland. A new, Krokodil-type drug is eating the inhabitants from within. Walls surround Bangor; there is a no-fly zone over Anglesey due to a terrible nuclear accident. Half the island is under water. Bangor is cut off and quarantined. Actually this is a bit like The Book of Dave isn’t it. Balls.

    4. A commune which people think is a weirdo/hippy hotel. A girl is sent there by desperate skint parents (single dad?). There is a high street, with shops but everything is free. People start trying to get in through two sets of doors. There are panthers amongst the cats.

    5. The Bangor smugglers’ tunnels under Waterloo and Paddy’s.

    6. A man finds out his friends are dying. He can save them if he swaps them with already-dying elderly Africans.  So he does.  But then his friends’ friends and families catch the same disease. Still the elderly can cover. But then they start to run out. He has to use other countries’ weak and ill. Then whole countries; then the UK elderly, ill, other religions. Then adults; then kids; then all who are left are him and women he has to impregnate. Ones who are prepared to let him. But that doesn’t work either; he tells them to kill him and use his seed to clone him back to life. Kill him again and again til the world is replenished. He says he is prepared to die for their sins.

    7. There is one copy of a 3D reality computer game (sort of like Doom) which changes players into solid avatars. It is passed around at random and is immune to copying. The game requires only participants and a venue. A man gets hold of the game but is mugged. He has to track down the game party to a deserted warehouse. He tries to hack into the game but is not successful. Eventually he manages to force a shut down. On the walk home he thinks he sees a giant TV screen with one flickering corner that seems to be showing part of the game, which has spread onto the network due to his trying to hack it. The virus will turn the whole world into a giant game. But did he see it?

    8. Everyone fancies that girl but it’s a boy and it is the narrator.

    9. The world is paused. A team goes back in time to Bangor as it was. Different shops etc. Really fascinating. Tiny bugs – nanobots but a size that you can see – sort something out to snap reality back into place. The traffic jams come back and the airport reopens.

Thursday, 16 June 2022

Working Class Tory

 Listen by clicking here (demo)


They live in their mansions and pay for their school


They’re told that their destiny is that they're born to rule


That the poor all deserve it cause the poor are fools




They tell you that sharing is good when you’re small


But when you grow up they will grasp for it all


Til you’re so disillusioned you’ve killed off your soul




A working class Tory is poison to me




Once in a while one will fluke a success


And reach for the heights to look down on the rest


Then pull up the ladder and laugh at the plebs




They say ‘we’re full up, we can’t take any more’


Call people ‘illegal’ and ‘rapists’ and more


These comforting lies are just par for the course




They bleat when they’re pulled up for their hateful words


Claim free speech is dead and that 'woke' is a slur


Without understanding how consequence works




They say poor old Boris is doing his best


That rich men deserve their financial success


That one politician’s the same as the rest




A working class Tory is poison to me




Elections are lost cause of a photograph


Of a badly-chewed bacon sandwich in the caff


And a mock-up of a good man that looks Stalinesque




Sunk cost is a killer, psychosis writ large


“We’ve always been Tories and that’s who we are”


But do you suck off the scrotes who are stealing your car?




This isn’t inevitable: it’s a crock


We’re told we’ve no power, but we’ve got the lot


We can make it better. We can stop the rot.




No man is an island, no man’s a lost cause.


The world is unique; there’s room for us all


We can work together – if that’s what we want.




If you vote for a Tory then how do you sleep


If you vote for a Tory then how do you sleep


A working class Tory is sickening me



A working class Tory's a traitor, you see


Wednesday, 8 June 2022

Celeriac Mahatma

Did you hear of the man with the bad attitude

and the power of a trash compactor

he was prowling the world searching far for the girl

who had left him alone for an actor


Well he ain’t one to fight, but he ain’t gonna fly,

if you push him he’ll get real fractious

he won’t start anything, cause he knows he will win

you’re the field, boy, and he is the tractor


Celeriac Mahatma


Watch out!


The first thing you learn, he got wisdom to burn,

and his flames are as hot as a black star

and if you take him on he will grimace and grin

your mistake was to try and step up there


He’s a vegan, and more, and he’s bone to the core

his breath stinks like a velociraptor

he’s a merciless rat, he’s a back alley cat,

he’s a rapacious, primal scream scratcher


Celeriac Mahatma


Oh boy.



Friday, 20 May 2022

The Great Punctuation Sale

Roll up for

the great punctuation sale


we’ve got thousands of capital letters

from the estate of e.e.cummings


a rare comma said to have been used by Mark Twain


look out for a lovely collection of semi-colons

found in the attic of Kurt Vonnegut, Jnr


Come early for

this event of a lifetime


marvel at the short macho sentences

discovered in a bar frequented by Hemingway


ampersands half price and thorns ten a penny


em-and-en dash will be playing live.


Also for sale

today and only today


a bundle of deleted ellipses

from a sloppy first draft sci-fi romp


a well-kept selection of Greek-born pillcrows


be sure to bid for the mix of tilde and full stop

which is meant to indicate sarcasm


Everything must go.

Everything, must go.

Everything. Must go.

Everything must; go.

Everything – must – go


and so on.


Wednesday, 6 April 2022

And this is not poetry

Hello. And so:

180k dead

Tories +2%

Getting pissed up whilst the rest of us can’t mourn

Tories +4%

Awash with Russian money and compromised to shit

Tories +6%

Foodbank use up 170%

Tories +8%



Fuel and food prices soaring. Heat or eat. Kids going hungry.

Tories +10%

Right to protest curtailed. Illegal to gather and show solidarity.

Tories +12%


Billions written off for the fucking big companies. Mates given huge contracts.

Tories +14%

Are we getting this yet? Does it make sense? Clearly not.

Tories +16%


There’s nothing poetic as far as I can see

when these corrupt charlatans keep getting voted in.

What the fuck is wrong with the UK?

I'm tempted to say: Everyfuckingthing. 


Fuck this place, and fuck you if you voted for these cunts. 

You have blood on your hands. You are complicit.

Makes me want to believe in a God so you get judged 

for your fucking collaboration in this self-immolating shit. 


Imagine a government at war with its own people.

No need to imagine it.

Just open your fucking eyes. Jesus. They're evil.

Tories + 2000000%


Fuck me too for not doing more about this. 

Fuck me for feeling hopeless.

Shoo -20%.

But I’m not done yet. Far from it:

I'm cursed with belief in the human spirit.



(Performance online - click here)



Friday, 25 March 2022

This is not a list

I don’t cook

like I used to


I have no urge

I just don’t want to


I had two books

to write


for myself, or maybe

one might


have gotten a deal

or both


or neither, but now

fuck knows


if I’ll ever go back

and carry on


I think perhaps

those days’ve gone.



I don’t smile

like I used to


I’m finding ways

to want to.


I can’t be arsed

setting up mics


I can’t be arsed

getting sound right


It does my head

right in


That the fucking songs

keep coming


one take is all

they’re gonna get


Instant upload

done. Dusted. Next.



I keep waking up,

no matter what.


Mornings are bright

tho I’m not.


I’m stuck here now

Until I’m not.


I’m stuck here now

no matter what.


I wasn’t gonna

make a list.


I tried not to.


I aimed.

I missed.