Reflection upon an Easter Age matter.

It is cold wet and april. Easter. But old work lines the halls. That is work done during 2009. Work half finished. Abandoned. Waiting to print or revise. Bundled together. Wet papers never drying. A drift of sorts.From where to where. I should know by now. And maybe I do. These little spaces still have to wait but incompleteness has attractions of its own. And so it goes. Maybe for now this is how it is. An old english patterned soppiness on the heels of a century that no longer resembles my own. Ive been playing either very old or very early or the very best records the Beatles made and turning the volume off on any broadcasts that cover the coming pantomime known as the British General Election. Newsnight continues to smell like the lost sock.

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  1. Time Marches On and nerves and nail tearing won a January posting competition. Silly really but still. Now, here we are again practising with the administration  toys and expecting some Sunday night Midnight Horror to the sound of an old 'Stones' track. Sympathy for the Devil I expect. Of course I'd rather watch the hockey. I've never watched before but any old excuse and after all, it is the final. Even If i never spot the Puck. Which must be a large part of the thing. You say I digress. Sorry. Sighs. Publish and be Doomed. Prisca says 'what could go wrong?' Lots.
  2. December Embers A remembered December ember retouched for the new year remains. More on this much much later. But now a quick dust around an old type face. A spot of font mopping and ascender fondling. Seasonal and mature like scribblebibs. Does this font make my b*m look big? No? Sure? Good.  Thankyou. Happy New Year Prisca and Nick.
  3. A Sore Gum Post If a throb inserts itself mouthstyle in an old mans blog gob does the world need to hear about it? Should this small swelling be broadcast? What would Alexander the Great have said? Can we know? Should we just shutup and draw? Bearing it without fear or malice. Just - Being in the world. Thats a shutup and draw isn't it? (Thought so). Yeah well.Blame scrapplepop for asking wouldya?