Journal Of A Desperate Man – Original Draft.

I decided I should write it down, before it was too late…… I was in the bathroom, trying to scrape the encrusted blood and sticky residue of cocaine from my nostrils. I grinned at my reflection in the mirror. I was distracted from my stained teeth, by my grey complexion. The whites of my eyes were blood shot and yellowing. …

Going Gonzo – Writing An Escape.

Tuesday, 21st May 2019. 22.17 I’ve spent the evening watching Shaun of the dead. Followed by Jack Taylor. I quite like it. It’s got Iain Glen in it. He’s an ex-Garda in Galway. He’s an alcohol. He’s a private detective. What’s not to like? I managed an extra 600 odd words today. Not the 2000 I’d hoped for but it’s …

Thursdays Child

Taking on something madly complicated is all consuming. The be all, and end all, for a few days. Then it’s cracked and you embrace the neglected.  Thursday’s Child desperate to be Friday’s. Dreaming of all that is gold. For years, I worked nights in Waterloo. When I used to drive home. I’d get to that point where the A4 becomes …

The Lazenby Gambit

Get the right suit. Get your haircut right. Buy a Rolex. Get the job! Are you qualified? No, but fuck it! I look the part. I see it everyday. Everyday, I sit on the tube. Walk down the street or sit in a bar. Don’t be yourself, just be someone else. Be the person you want to be, right? It’s …

An Accidental Transgression

A Friday, a few weeks back. A friend was in the dumps. Feeling sad. I was feeling ready to start the weekend. As usual. A meet in The Turtle. The Turtle Bay is a local Carribean restaurant and bar that serves two for the price of one cocktails before 7pm everyday. We agreed to meet and I arrived a little …

Decadence Reflection

Come down easy. I’ve still not managed to get back to reality. I’m still slightly pickled. My mind is wandering from place to place but with solid conviction about the tasks at hand. Grounds for divorce. After ploughing through the endless waffle associated with such a task. One if the above is my only option, it seems. If I could …

Diary Of A Weekend

Friday 11.34 Like any good bender it must always start with sustainance. Instead of the usual cheap sandwich deal, I headed to the Crosse Keys for a full English breakfast and a pint of Guinness. The rest of the working day was uneventful. 15.47 I checked in to my room. In desperate need of warmth, a shower and patron. They …

Tubeline Jollies 

Heading home. Myself and colleagues decided to discuss how to help one of them remove a tooth without going to the dentist. I volunteered my help and said, “600mg of codeine and a good pair of plyers and it’s job done.” The straight laced suit sitting next to me seemed startled. The problem being we all noticed. Red rag to …

Pre Decadence contemplation

For a change,this weekend, I’ll be embarking on a little self pampering and indulgence. Heading to the city, to pretend, I can afford to live like I would like to. Once a mission has been set, I prefer not to waste any time planning my itinerary.  Where I wanna eat, drink, shop, etc… None of which, I will actually stick …

Over-compensation

It’s funny how things go round. I always go to extremes with everything. Happiness. Sadness. Music. Reading. Drugs. Smoking. Drinking. All the extremes.  I took anti depressants for a while. It’s an interesting perspective for someone like me. No exciting highs or lows. No pushing everything to the limit. Just this odd middle ground. A place where you feel very …