Thoughts of the day.

Sitting in a Bar                   (lots of beards and haircuts) Drinking coffee from a jar (old jam jar) Sat down too quick            (on a crappy pallet) Felt a bit of a prick             (it was a splinter) No sanity here                     (ego mania) Not even Christmas cheer   (Too serious)

By The Death of a Friend. We know that life is not forever.   We know our time here is short, too short. We know how sudden death can come, Death, our only certainty.   So leave no words unsaid, Leave no love unfelt, Share Joy, sadness, despair,   make memories life’s eternity.   It was your turn now dear Friend.   You faced the end with strength and dignity. Looked death in the eye, yet still thought of others. Proud to have known you.   Here lies a man, a ‘mate’, a friend, a brother.   Eternal sleep, Never to be forgotten.

It was the bookshop that lured me into the Mall, like a best friend taking me to see his drug-dealing pal, A temple of things I don't really need Delis' and Tellys' Food and stuff Stuff the food Grazing people having a munch, making rash decisions based on a hunch. One more credit card one more stone (around the neck) of the drowning consumer. Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we'll be on the telly bailiffs taking our goods. Us empty belly. The planet tells me that most 'goods' are bad, They won't cure your void They might drive you mad. The joke is on us the cameras are on us Have fun with the bling while it lasts. We used to gather around the telly now the Telly gathers around us.

When people ask ‘so what do you think about ...(whatever)’  I usually have an answer, even though I have probably not thought about it until they ask,  when do we ever actually really think about stuff nowadays longer than say 3 minutes?  We aren’t the ancient people of scholars and Gurus some of whom sat in caves or under trees thinking about shit for months or years,  searching every corner of their mind to formulate answers or solutions...  3 minutes max then we’re off onto the next tweet or post or headline.  That’s probably why the best we can come up with when faced with a problem is the easiest option.  “It’s The Blame game baby ! with your special host MC Populist , in tonights show we will be blaming Migrants, the Homeless, Old White Males, Young people, Snowflakes... yes even Generation Z won’t be going away empty handed and as a special treat, last but not least, ‘people who are a burden on us because they refuse to die’ yes La...

He's what they call a 'never been' he has done a show that no one has seen. He wants to scream ---------- It's all one thing, us , animals, plants other life one planet one sensation. The pain of time. death brings release, nothing happens we just cease. no malice no hate just life. It's not a mystery, we know how it ends life is a journey with some very tight bends A bit bumpy at the start, confusion in the middle and a painful end. So do what you need to do, say what you need to say. I'll just keep writing 'cos I hope one day it will flow right, and if it doesn't that's ok, it's all about the doing, keeping the doubts away.

My T-shirt was made in Bangladesh, I'm not part of a solution I'm part of the mess. I know that it's wrong I'm nobody's fool But I'm minimum wage But still need to look Cool Trapped in the system A rat on the wheel this is it this is life this is the deal.

Who are 'they'? They that say... They say this , they say that, he's a legend, the other's a twat They say we're screwed, They say all is bad I wish I could tell Them that They are driving me mad. Where do They live, what is Their game, What is it that drives Them to all think the same. They say They don't like this or not even that They seem to know everything my thoughts are old hat Their opinions create even more of the They They blog and They tweet and They play and they say They seem like a tribe, but maybe they're not This 'They' might not even be -ever thought of that? Maybe 'They' is a way of keeping us down Of telling us how -to think and when to frown It's 'us' versus Them - that's the name of the game Don't follow the They or we'll all think the same.

A nice Man. Nice bloke no dope, standing still asking why,  had some pain wouldn’t cry.  He’s a never been -now he wants to scream -  he done a show and no-one seen. He’s a nine to fiver  saving fivers by shopping around,  Used to be a raver now he’s a pound saver,  blew his love away by thinking of pay -  instead of some play. Should have slowed down, taken a look around  He might have found - meaning,  two for a pound.

Caught the early bird train to London the early bird catches the mice so it seems Grey men, grey suits, grey hairs on the laptops  Announcements. No tea or coffee trolley today ,the trolley is broke.  The bloke across from me is typing like it’s his last will and testimony pale,very pale,  mortgage payments looming business ain’t booming on the early bird.

Shopping malls ultimate dope lured in by Waterstones Grazing Gazing Making bad decisions after a gut wrenching Americano and gastro Donut Delis, Deli belly Delhi would be heaven. My 'Afterlife' - trying to fit in. I'm cross culture - mixed culture not race, Meditation in the morning footie in the afternoon Nostalgic about the 70's not the music but the terrace wars Theatre in the evening, wrong clothes ,wrong accent, A give away. Culture is a fortress guarded by the fake, 'No trainers mate' (unless ripped vintage)

Eve didn’t eat the apple, she took a photo on it.  God is an eye in the sky brought to you by ‘I spy’ God’s a satellite, his angels are algorithmes  Facial recognition be his cameras He’s watching he’s watching -watch out -you’re watched every day same time.  No need to pray, just connect and pay The good die their data goes to heaven  The bad die their data goes public - full on , no holds barred full frontal public shaming.  God is meek but hates the weak, protects the strong, the slick and the sleek. 

Stood at ‘arrivals’ - sliding doors,  a constant stream of suitcase and tans,  dazed overnighters, long distance backpacks,  Grey men grey suits with laptop trollies, Family re-unions, on-line lovers,  drivers with names on cards,  sportsmen, fans,  secretive 'anons' with big sunglasses,  Tears,fears, longing, sad, overjoyed,  Eyes watching the eta board, well bored. Funny hat and matching t-shirt tourists. Headphone zombies, Far off cultures looking dazed, The young ‘omg’ looking ‘amazed’.  Arrivals,  overpriced coffee for the ones that play the waiting game. Mums and Dads taxi Ltd Friends and lovers clock watching,  adjusting appearance, clutching flowers . Smart phone watchers, Arrived, hugs and kisses tears and laughter “let’s talk after” nods and winks, stares. Welcomed, wasted, refused, illegal, sent back.  Fun and games in the arrival zone. 

In the end he was killed by a very short fall Ironic and symbolic 'cos he wasn't that tall In fact, on reflection he was really quite small Now there he lies in the dust on the floor.

Important people like politicians travel first class so not to be too influenced by the underclass, I travel second class it’s on my ticket like a badge of dishonor.  Paying through the nose for a cup of brown water called coffee - I think a gram of coke would be cheaper. ‘Americano’ so called because it’s like  Trump -overrated , wrong color, and probably full of shit.  So I have this ‘fair trade coffee’ served by a minimum wage slave, even before I drink it I know it will upset my tummy, (the last bit of bodily resistance to the daily poisoning). ‘Fair Trade’ coffee, what does that mean? What’s the ‘fair’ bit? the swings and roundabouts of international trade deals. People watching,  fellow travellers ,  different stations ,  same coffee,  same luggage,  same stress, where’s my passport, where’s my phone,  where’s my bag ,the kids will find their own way home. 

A walk. The sun is out it’s looking good, ignore the smell of diesel fumes it’s ok, we’re in this together -last lungs standing , challenge , just do it ,  defy the fumes and go for a walk. Breathe in breathe deep, feel the energy... seeping from your body onto the tired pavement as cars rush by ,lots of VIP’s out by the look of it,  even John has personalised plates now. Find a bit of grass ,some trees, get in touch with what we were, even if it’s crowded there on the last green bit , overcrowded overcast with tins and wrappers (where dogs fight for shitting rights) Look what the council put up, a sign telling us how to walk, where to walk ,what not to do thet’ll be handy ‘cos we’re amateurs, this walking is a professionals job now.  Gotta get the right shoes and coat.

Me, the presence I can’t escape, I can try to outwit me, but me usually catches me out. I have to face the fact I’m stuck with me. Me is tiring, me is my attention seeker, me is the maker of my indecisions of my insecurities of my badness and occasional goodness. For better or for worse, no divorce allowed, it’s me and me, both being the one, for ever and ever. 

ding dong ding dong nothings right nothings wrong just too much of everything screaming opinions on and on on and on news is written news is said news is clickbait news is made news is news now news is fake who says what news is for fucks sake Truth is hard to come by, it’s fluid but not wet Truth is what we say it is , (newsworthy by jobsworthy) news is just one more app one more game one more snack. news of the world on your screen in your pocket reload, review renew rescrew yourself in a socket. read all about it, forgot all about it, no time to waste  no time to chase real truth create your own , something you can live with, hometruth for the old  hometruth for the youth.  cut down on the screen time ,cut down on the screentime cut down on the screams.

Voor de mensen die niet naar de podcast kunnen luisteren - hier wat schrijfsels.... Ik vroeg aan de huisbazin in Boedapest hoe we het huisvuil moesten sorteren ze antwoorde “wat je wil bijhouden hou je bij ,wat je wil wegsmijten smijt je weg”.... nada dus. En wij maar betogen.  Weeral een leerrijk paar dagen in Boedapest -enfin we waren meer in Pest als in Buda - al is Buda het mooiste -maar enkel als je het bekijkt vanuit Pest.  Vanochtend net voor we vertrok heb ik al mijn klein geld (Hongaarse Florinten- of Hufs) aan een dakloze gegeven- het was nul graden vanochtend daar en dan zie je iemand onder een paar oude vuile slaapzakken -dan kan je niet zomaar voorbij gaan-in totaal was het voor ongeveer 2000 Hufs dat lijkt veel maar is in werkelijkheid maar 6 euro.... Eerlijk gezegd weinig... gezien het woog ongeveer 1,5  kilo precies -hoe kan zoveel muntstukken maar 7 euro waard zijn??? dan is de grondstof meer waard als de munteenheid , raar logica toch?...

Things you can do at an Airport after checking in. 1. Buy a car. 2. Buy Luggage. 3. Buy Clothes. 4. Buy Sugary food. 5. Stare at a screen. 6. Sleep. 7. Buy more stuff that won't fit into your carry-on luggage. 8. Learn how to hate... Children, Parents, other people. 9. Teach yourself racism . 10. Check your pockets every two minutes. 11. Join the boarding queue too early. 12. Question your life choices.

An influencer with influenza A runny nose and a galloping ego.

Dit is de downtime blog, een blog voor mensen die niet naar mijn podcast kunnen luisteren, ik probeer zo spontaan mogelijk te schrijven -zoals ik praat, de ideeën die ik hier neerpen zijn gewoon wat in mij opkomt à la minuut, niet vooraf uitgedacht - gewoon een gedachtestroom dat ik zonder al teveel na te denken neerpen. Dus wees niet té kritisch wat betreft spelling en grammatica , ik ben ook allochtoon, dus ik heb uitvluchten genoeg ;-)  Welkom.  Het is zaterdag de 16de feb. het is ongeveer 14 uur als ik dit schrijf en straks moet ik naar Rotterdam om een comedy optreden te doen, vanavond ben ik MC - de optreden gaat door in Cultuur Café ‘De Machinist’ - een plek waar ik nog een aantal keer ben geweest, momenteel voel ik me moe en ben ik niet zo enthousiast voor de vrij lange verplaatsing maar eens ik er ben zal het wel ‘vlotte’ hoop ik.  Gisteren was ik met Wouter Monden en Johnny Trash in Zoerle -Parwijs (Westerlo) in zaal ‘Zoerla’ - wat een woordspeling is...

   A Shit Poem. All these years I was never aware  of the shit in my food and the shit in the air the shit in the News, the shit on my shoes shit on the telly and shit in my booze.  Now there’s shit in your Burger and shit in your steak Shit in your eggs and shit in your cake Shit is on Facebook on your Twitter and stream This shit is everywhere,it just makes me scream This shitpool was made by the tools of our labour We’re in touch with the world but not with our neighbor We’re destined to die in a world full of pain A world wide infection of shit on the brain. Oi!