My Madness

Somewhere on this earth I have an implacable enemy.  His task is to destroy me.  To succeed, he has at his disposal an army of cunning and malicious assistants.  Only when my willpower is totally crushed, will he stop. * * * THE EGGS * * * I have a feeling these shiny egg-like objects…


THE CUT-UP WORD TECHNIQUE

Musing about literature, William Burroughs and Alan Ginsburg concluded that writing as an art form was in decline — at the very least it was years behind painting.  Pondering these things, they began to cut up words from books and magazines, shuffle them in a box, then randomly take them out one by one and…


Virtual Reality

My avatar was chilling out in the virtual room that I had built with credits gained for beating the most complex and difficult online game ever devised.  A labyrinth of tunnels deep inside a computer-generated asteroid converged to form my underworld home.  Pock-marked with impact craters, the three kilometre wide asteroid was in Sector Fifteen…


The Spark Plugs

Johnny knew it was wrong but what the heck.  He was going to steal the spark plugs, not so much because he needed them, but because they were there and the garage shop assistant was looking the other way.  He gave one furtive glance to make sure the coast was clear and then he whipped…


Mods and Rockers

I was a Rocker.  In the late 50s and very early 60s Rockers were called Ton-up boys.  Somehow the name morphed into what it was now.  Back in 1964 I was sixteen years old.  I owned a Triumph T110 motorbike with a splayed cylinder head and twin Monobloc carburettors.  In those days it was just…


Me and Freddie Cook

It was a hot and sunny afternoon.  Clear blue sky with not a cloud in sight.  Me and Freddie were making our way down the Lane towards the river.  We had passed Derek Gardens where Freddie lived and were now in the dead zone.  On Sundays nothing went on in this part of the lane. …


The Preacher

The congregation listened in awe as the preacher delivered his sermon.  It was like this most Sundays, the preacher standing behind the rostrum, Bible open in front of him and mouthing carefully crafted words with just the right intonation — pitching his voice with perfect cadence and timbre to inspire and captivate his audience.  Occasionally…


Life, Death and Rats

Nine year old Tommy lay in his bed listening to the scratching noises coming from the partitioning wall that separated his bedroom from his sisters’. “Mum,” he cried out.  “I hear those noises again.” Tommy’s mother appeared at his bedroom door and told him to hush.  “There’s nothing there.  Go back to sleep.” But the…


Be Bop Gina

So be-bop Gina — that’s how he liked to be called — applied his make-up, shaping his eyelashes with a small mascara brush and carefully applying glossy lipstick, folding his lips in and moving his jaw backwards and forwards, then sideward to spread the lipstick evenly.  Pulling his wig down tight, he patted the curls…


Merry Christmas Everyone

I live alone.  I’m happy to be on my own.  I don’t like people.  Such is my dislike for people that I’ve thrown out any spare chairs from my house, so potential visitors have nowhere to sit.  Call me inhospitable.  Who gives a fuck!  Lockdown?  It’s a godsend.  Doesn’t bother me at all.  I don’t…