Thoughts of the day.

If there was a building in town that sold crack, crystal meth, heroin, cocaine and all that at reduced prices we’d be down there demonstrating outside the store(or in there buying). Now just imagine that same store in a (roundabout) way being subsidized through our taxes. Imagine that store being able to advertise their ‘wares’ to children and the rest of us through television radio and huge billboards, any thoughts? Substitute all the drugs mentioned above with sugar ,fat and salt and you have your average food store. Obesity is killing us softly and we let it happen, salt ,sugar and fat are the nice drugs ,the tasty drugs the legal drugs all washed down with a jerry can of colored sugar drink but they’ll kill you just the same, and their addiction rates are just as high as Heroin and Cocaine. That’s right folks, if you’re already obese you’re fucked, try as you may you are hooked- for life. For those of us that aren’t yet obese our time is a coming. Food manufacturers are after y...

The grandfather, the appointed babysit to a slightly obese 12 year old granddaughter. He’s trying to get her to move, to walk up to the top of the hill, to run after a ball, frantic efforts doomed to fail.  The girl is aware of her limitations ,such moves as suggested by granddad are already beyond her realm of  ability encased in the body passed to her by  nutritional failures of nurture, she feels no need for public exhibition.  She continues to throw a stick into the water, her dog performs what he’s conditioned to do. Granddad sits on a bench trying to grasp the implications of generations, he used to play with his dog, his granddaughter watches the dog play.  Doggy Paddle. An almost identically clothed couple maneuver their  newly acquired canoe to the waters edge then push the trailer back to the car park where the four wheeled status symbol awaits, complete with dog, surprisingly small. The thought crosses my  mind that the dog should...

Having a bit of a “should I stay or should I go” moment in my stand-up comedy career I decided a walking holiday would be just the treat, clear the head, read, walk, think and catch up with some sleep (Stand-up comedy is a great sleep deprivation technique). Wales! The Pemprokeshire coast to be more exact, the village  (tho’ they call it a town) of St Davids to be even more exact. We rented a cottage a few miles out of ‘town’ on a pretty busy road,we only noticed the traffic after a week, before that we were still getting over the ‘real traffic’ back home. By saying a busy road I mean Fridays and Saturdays when tourists like ourselves are coming and going. The rest of the time it’s a one car every five minutes sort of busy.  I took a risk hoping the weather would be kind, Welsh kind, meaning only the occasional storm and maybe further just drizzle mixed with coastal mist. How wrong could I be! I came with anoraks waterproof leg gear, headgear and walking gear, the tem...

St Davids, Wales.  Our carefree 'Holiday abandon' is put to the test every evening after returning to our comfy rented cottage. Before sleep we watch television news of children being killed in Gaza and Syria, we learn of other conflicts as in Ukraine. We learn of the need for ‘economic growth’ the necessity to attack natural reserves on more and more fronts, because growth is all that matters.  In our rented garden with views out to sea we stare out over natures’ beauty and reflect that we are maybe the last generation of homo-recreationalis , maybe the ‘time of the humans’ is coming to a close.  We plunder, we drill, we mine, we frack we have a hunger for more and more to fulfill the insatiable hunger of the monster known as ‘economy’.  On screen the children of Gaza are being pulled from under rubble, being carried to hastily dug graves, their bodies (already) seeds for the next conflict,  the middle east has it’s own logic, it’s hard to imagin...

While on holiday in Wales. While on our 12km hike today we passed the Chapel and ‘healing well’ of St Non, the birthplace of St David.  St. Non was St Davids mother, obviously holiness runs in the family.  After St Non gave birth to St David the legend says that a Well suddenly appeared near his birthplace. Belief is that the Well has healing qualities, and looking into the well I could see quite a few coins had been thrown in by pilgrims who obviously don’t believe in free health care.  A plaque on site says that the Well Water is know to cure all ailments,(it doesn’t say if mental health falls under ailments). My leg had been playing up recently so just to be on the safe side I threw 50p in the well and reached down to cup some water in my hands to apply to the leg in question.  Now the stones around the well are quite slippery and just as I wanted to kneel I slipped and ended up with both feet in the cold water. I then had to walk the last 5km with ic...

I couldn’t get to sleep last night, I had something on my mind.  So how does that work for Presidents , bankers and their kind? I couldn’t get to sleep last night ,the thoughts went round and round. So how do the famous and powerful sleep so cosy, safe and sound?  I couldn’t get to sleep last night, I was awakened by a dream .  It was of a small child dying, but no one heard the scream. 

So I  sent a shit sample off to have tested for bowel cancer and I got the reply that my poop has some irregularities (?) . They say I have a one in ten chance that I have bowel cancer, now I have to check into hospital and have a camera pushed up my butt to see what’s up.  Moments like that make you realize how suddenly this life-game could be over and out. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid of dying , that’s part of life, but I regard myself as a bit of a punk, so I don’t want to go out with colon cancer, it’s just not rock n roll.  What a way to start the year! now I have to wait until February to get the results, hopefully it’ll be ok, maybe they got the shit mixed up at the lab, or maybe I took the sample after a spicy meal, we’ll see, whatever happens it’s no longer in my hands (the sample never was, by the way). That’s what happens when you get diagnosed , your existence is no longer in your own hands, you enter the universe of hospital waiting rooms and let...