Unfashionable to the end

The old Rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Unfashionable to the end — drank his ale too light. Death’s head belt buckle — yesterday’s dreams — the transport caf’ prophet of doom. Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams in his post-war-babe gloom. Now he’s too old to Rock’n’Roll […]

Give me back my bullets

I think every blog is legally entitled to a bullet point entry at least once per week: I didn’t watch a movie last night. I put in ‘Secret Things. It’s about an erotic dancer and female bartender who try to sleep their way to the top of the corporate world, and it’s foreign. What’s not […]