Made by my head
Music, Ireland. Grey, name. My name. A step ladder. This house was built in a bog. Music is the window. I fell off a step ladder.

Saturday, June 03, 2006


Music. Boss Volenti.

Pele, yeah. No. I don't know.

Feet are good. You talk to your feet and you say, "Listen to me, feet, you and I are going to have a little chat." That sounds serious. I'd run away if I was my feet, and I sort of am, in a way.

Band: Boss Volenti.

They're a young Irish band. If their next single, Ain't No Use, is anything to go by, they could be 'destined for great things', as they say. 'Shetland ponies are blind' is what I normally say.


Summer's here, have a little hop and a skip. I'm wearing a white doctor's coat so I won't look mad when I hop and skip and hold a thoughful turtle. The glasses make him look thoughtful.

He shoots, he scores, he glues himself to a lilac tree. Let's kick him.

A walk in the rain - Poetry. Ireland. Reading the news with no trousers.
Very Slight Stories - Very short stories.
Henry Seaward-Shannon - Slightly longer short-stories.

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