Stories, Rhymes and Brain fallout.

For all the comedians and people who follow comedy and what's going on in the comedy scene. A few words about the Louis CK shit storm. We can't judge from afar.... and all that jazz. But that has never stopped us doing and saying things on stage about lots of other things from Bill Clintons 'bell end' to Terrorism, death and war. Things that for others are horrendous, shocking and sometimes lightly offending. We 'the funny truth sayers' always want to have our say. So why, pr ay tell, when the news is about 'one of our own' - Louis CK - do we suddenly lose the comedic gene and become either defensive or apologetic ? I mean I've heard comedians do jokes about the Holocaust FFS! So to paraphrase and adapt a comedic line from Louis CK - 'there's always good and bad, ok so Louis CK objectified women, used his name,fame and power to force women to watch him jack off, for this he's probably lost his career, his respect and a lot of friends........

I think it was the Motown group 'The Temptations that had the hit song 'Ball of Confusion', the opening lines of that song and the music are for me symbolic for how life has become. With the arrival of internet,social media and 24 hr scrolling news we have a daily 'waterboarding' of News(fake and real), scandal, trivia and issues that will define our future. Hardly have we digested such important issues as Trumps presidency or Brexit before we get submerged in the sleazy 'inappropriate sexual behaviour' of Politicians and celebs. Meanwhile we are confronted with theft on a grand scale as shown in the Panma and Paradise papers. Housing is becoming scarce, poverty is on the increase, racism is back from never being gone. The planet is creaking under the weight of human population and consumption,  profit driven urges make that corporations are prepared to sacrifice our health and our future for the sake of 'a few dollars more'. Religious fanaticism us...

Never Presidential, or even instrumental the way he talks just sounds mental. but he's the prez. This nut job is supposed to be 'the chief' but he got rich like some lowlife thief No empathy ,no love no care your struggle or grief he will not share. In God you trust? Well do so if you must when you're on your knees ask the man If this joke is some master plan.

If I was taller I might see This better future you promised me. If I was fitter I could run To the place you said was much more fun. But I'm short, too slow and much too slack Halfway there and turning back Where I started out seems like a dream Now I'm stuck on this trip and I want to scream nowhere is home, nowhere is me I'm never where I want to be No tribe, no clan, no place to rest moving on, no home no nest.

Don't let the news get you down that the guy in charge is just a clown, It's not all bad what we create just learn to see beyond the hate. Not all news is all the news it has to sell so they pick and choose. They prey, and pray that fear will spread 'cos that's the way they earn their bread. Look through this mist of the bad news show the light of humanity is still aglow. not all news is all the news .

Whatever made you think that white trousers are cool? I can see your black knickers ,you Marks&Sparks tool! I get that you want to look nice ,feel good and be proud but that jacket you're wearing is much too loud. So put down the glossy that brain washing shite, look in the mirror ,you're ok ,you're allright Cool's not for sale ,no version or chique Cool's a state of being, fashion's for the weak.

This is one I wrote after having a run in with a girl on the train from Kings Cross to Edinburgh during the Fringe Festival. She had a nice little Jeremy Corbyn T-shirt on, badges, all the right stuff, but she also had the window seat and wouldn't let me use the plug. I leaned in and said "Does Jeremy know you're for a monopoly position on the distribution of electricity to the poor and needy?" She sighed and carried on reading Karl Marxs' 'on the distribution of wealth' although it might have been Engels, great double act those two but I mix them up. I've altered the setting and context (for poetic justice), but it's about being judgmental and also solidarity. Hello ‘anon’ girl, do you remember me?  Probably not, but I just want to say, you were stood in the street with your leaflets we shared a glance the other day. Remember? I just walked by you and winked when I passed I heard you say “don’t wink at me you dirty old basta...