He thinks he’s the life of the party, now on can number eleven he’s almost fully tanked. Dancing with abandon, arms and legs flailing like a tank landing on D-Day. The river of alcohol infused into his blood makes him think he’s attractive to women and he keeps sidling up to them , interrupting conversations [...]

Looking for Mr Perfect-Demo 5 May 2009 © 2009 Penton She’s been chasin’ Mr Perfect for almost all her life love’s come and gone been lost and won – she’s ain’t nobodies wife her bio-bomb is tickin’, she’s almost had her run she knows she’d better find him soon – or it’s over and done [...]

What is it about a crumpet? It’s different to bread, spongy, pliant,not well defined. Biting into a piece of toast is like cracking glass, but a crumpet is like putting a trampoline in your mouth and letting loose a bouncing ball. I don’t indulge often, but when I do my preference is toasted, with butter [...]

Rockin’ Ropes I think it was called down there in Rotarua N.Z. We arrived at a yard full of telegraph poles with ropes stretched out in place of telegraph wires. Yes we were going to be walking these thin strands soon After a quick safety talk we don harnesses. Cradles are strapped across our shoulders [...]

Blue dot, green dot, yellow dot, red dot. Splotches of colour, perfect circles on glossy white background. A dial spins, lands on a colour, now hands and arms and legs octopus toward the nearest blob. Laughter ripples through the room as limbs bend at impossible angles to accommodate. Muscles feel the strain – being tensioned [...]

I quiet enjoyed the train journey into the city on Tuesday nights, it was unusual for me as mostly it’s the bike or the car- but parking would have been impossible , so, I sat in the artificial light of the carriage observing fellow passengers engaged in books or I-pods or conversations – some half [...]

Eyes scanning the skies for invaders, he sits on a telegraph pole near where the cross member is bolted to the post , looking on with radar eyes. A bulbous black and white body, almost like a bumble bee it seems it should not fly, but when you’re walking in his territory a flutter of [...]

Secret secrets, a cape and black shall swishing through a forest carried by thundering horses hooves. The mask of Zorro. Batman the caped crusader. The music from the TV show buzzes in my head, that electric guitar like a buzz-saw, red horns blaring on the landscape of imagination. Bruce Wayne in his day to day [...]

Rows of serving dishes in shining porcelain white. A metal tray full of carved slices of meat on the side board. The air filled with the smell of roasted potatoes and lamb. Lovely. The knife saws through a shell of a crackling potato skin which is dipped in an oil slick of gravy. Creamy potato [...]

Mum snored. Big time. I’d hear it through the walls. How did dad ever manage to sleep with all that going on? It was sort of like a car skidding to halt in slow motion. Flaps of air opening and shutting as if they were cogs grating over the gears of a not so well [...]