Thursday, 25 October 2007
I shall be taking Putland to the vet tomorrow: Naming your cat after an old boss can be quite strange at times. The vet will ask how Putland is and how long I have had Putland those kind of questions. What if I was to have Putland put down. People might think that the real Putland has been put down. Chinese whispers, can you say Chinese whispers in this day an age?
Dogs die in hot cars. at least we know that.
Monday, 22 October 2007
Wednesday, 17 October 2007
Friday, 12 October 2007
Thursday, 11 October 2007
Tuesday, 9 October 2007
Monday, 8 October 2007
Wednesday, 3 October 2007
Tuesday, 2 October 2007
But I here Pooh say JesusFuckShitFuck, and other lizards around us murmuring the same in reverent tones so I look up and sea the glowing aura of the Jackalope from inside the bar not six feet in front of us and I say it too, ‘JesusFuckShitFuck.’
Pooh Steps inside the stone entrance and I nearly smash my face following her.
I’ve heard it said many bars have tried to copy Holy Jack’s by mounting up and doing dramatic lighting on a Jackalope. But just ‘cause a bug squashed on a windshield looks like the Virgin Mary don’t mean it’s gonna be turning’ no bitters into brandy.
From the book ‘Sarah’ by J T Leroy
Monday, 1 October 2007
I live on the doorstep of the yet to be London Olympics 2012. I am wondering if a load of bulldozers and diggers will just suddenly turn up one day, taking no prisoners - ploughing there way through pretty much everything.