I have no idea if I am on the autistic spectrum or not, but I would like to know. Do I have you? Do you have me? Why won’t someone tell me? I don’t want you as a badge, I don’t want you as a shield to hide behind, I just want to know that … More Poem – Aspergers Syndrome
There are acquaintances, there are mates and there are friends. Everyone begins as an acquaintance. Occasionally, an acquaintance will become a mate. Very rarely, a mate will become a friend. But an acquaintance will never become a friend. That’s how it works. Do you not consider us your friends? That depends. Can I count on … More Poem – Friends?
Here we are Drinking not thinking Having a whale of a time The world is meant for us Everything we do is such fun Clambering on to exercise bikes in Tenerife Who has time to be glum? If female, we dress in pink Never think Raise money for cherry-dee If male, We never fail, we … More Poem – The League of Stupid Bastards
See, even I can be grateful. And write poems greeting card companies would be proud of 🙂 Seriously though, to all good friends – to you I am grateful. To all good friends, To you I am grateful You make life a better place Any who make my life Funnier, jollier, sillier, Stranger, nuttier or … More Poem – Friends
I went for a chance to try something new, Fuck you, It said, Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you I went to give something a go, Which seemed like a human zoo, Screw you, it said, Screw you and you and you I want opportunities, I cried, Give them to me, pretty please Get down … More Poem – Give Me Those Wonderful New Experiences
“Moominland in Winter (is) as good an evocation of clinical depression as you’re ever likely to encounter.” (Will Self) Long ago, or so we are told, there was a king and his name was Haggard. He roamed the world searching for things which made him happy, for nothing ever did – or at least, not … More Essay – The Sadness of the King – an analysis of ‘The Last Unicorn’
Because everyone needs an Alfred “Someone,” he thought, “Will have to look after things until the master gets back.” He would come back, of course. There could be no doubt. He would never allow himself to doubt it, not even for a moment. He turned the hands of the grandfather clock to the familiar position … More Story – Alfred the Great