Category: Rivers of Life


  • Yes, I Got…

    Yes, I got pissed,But I didn’t mean to,Just something I kind ofLeaned into. Full of regret in the morning,Rheumy eyes,And constantly yawning,Like trapped in a video game,Continually spawning. With the truth,Only just dawning,Why do I drink,When it makes me so ill? Long past the stage,Where I think it’s a thrill.

  • The Digital Vanity Trap For some reason, known to no one—since its explanation defies both logic and good taste—the internet is drowning in AI-generated action figures: the ultimate exercise in digital narcissism. Viral Sensations and Empty Promises Since the mechanism of how anything goes viral is a mystery—nothing more than virtual poo-sticks—and anyone who tells…

  • And?

    So. So, here it is. The blank page doesn’t scare me, it dares me: go on, do your best if you think you’ve got it in you. Come on I dare you. Come on if you think you are hard enough. Write something interesting. Perhaps profound. But not boring. Please not boring. I’ve had enough…

  • Social Divisions, Then and Now This incessant chatter about two-tier policing, as preposterous as it is, has me thinking of other not-so-imaginary social divisions, for such separators have existed for years. While homosexuality was illegal, it was tolerated among the upper classes, as was adultery. Meanwhile, for the working classes, such ‘sins’ were as unspeakable…

  • AI: The False Savior So according to our esteemed Prime Minister, the panacea for all that ails the country is Artificial Intelligence – a virtual dashing white knight thundering in to save the day. However, before we are deafened by the sound of those galloping hooves, perhaps now is the time for a display of…

  • Hieronymus Bosch,What a load of tosh,Art, my ass—I hear you gasp,Yet it’s in the eye of the beholder.But you get bolder—What a load of crap!Oh, shut your trap.I like it,So fuck you.

  • Understanding Trump’s Intentions Now, and you won’t ever hear me say this too much, but I think I understand what he’s trying to do. Ok, I’m not saying, in the manner some do, that the Hitler bloke was a bit misunderstood or Mussolini; at least the trains ran on time. However, when it comes to…

  • Too old to pogo Just an old git, Limbs currently feeble, No longer fit, For disjointed grooving, To angry alternative, Dance hits. Deaf as a post, With a badback, My childhood has scarpered, It ain’t coming back. Youth was never wasted On this young gun, Fuck me sideways, By Christ, I had fun. Sex and…

  • Who do you think I am,An old has-been,Whose victories are in the past?I accept my glory days are over,But boy, they were a blast.But I’m not yet ready to surrender,And let you kick me up the ass. You may think I’ve shot my bolt,And ready to blow the gaff,But you must be kidding,Having a giraffe,If…

  • A Celebration of What, Exactly? Hail to the chief, mind you; hail to the thief would be more appropriate. Why on earth should we celebrate a man who plays such a pivotal role in misappropriating the truth? It’s a mystery to me. Yet, thousands cheer each daft, demented, damaging, and poisonous Executive Order – and…

  • The Sad State of Neighbourly Relationships Many years ago, I wrote a piece that included these sad statistics, saying that when surveyed, more than half of those asked said they wouldn’t ask their neighbours for help with anything. At the same time, 70 per cent admitted they didn’t even know their neighbours’ names, and only…

  • Ode to Chips

    I chose to believe,That when my time comes to leave,And must I depart this earthly realm,Those of us, so torn apart,With broken heartsThat bleed but never did mend,Will find it’s not the end,For nature will make amends,And we will be whole again.

  • A Magic Chip to Solve It All? Remember when the government thought a tiny microchip would magically solve the issue of problem dogs overnight? Yeah, me too. If you weren’t a dog owner back in 2012, this might have passed you by. But when the then-environment minister, Lord Taylor, told the House of Lords that…

  • Ode To Jack

    Sadly,It is one of Mother Nature’s unending laws,Today, I’d argue,It is one of her cruellest flaws. It defies all logic,My dearest,Of all dear friends,When she decrees,All good things in life,Must come to an end. That includes you,Our little furry sun,The light in our life,You shone like a son. And even as we hope, beg,Or perhaps…

  • Hollywood Meets the Countryside Did you know that Quentin Tarantino and James Cameron are bringing Kenneth Grahame’s wonderful, if a bit naïve and idyllic, allegory of the class system in Edwardian Britain up-to-date with a ‘bang’? A Dark Twist on a Classic In Grahame’s The Wind in the Willows, one of the main characters –…