The Crow Wars

A crow taps three times on the window glass.

All things must pass. All things must pass.

All things must pass.

Old Boot

I love the Cougar's huge boot. I love not worrying about fitting in bags and baggage and all the odds and ends I have to carry. It takes everything, almost. 

I just found this in the draft folder. Should've been posted in Feb 2010. Sadly the Cougar is long gone, but I'll never forget it.

A Porsche Day Out

 Been to a few of these. Will I go this year? Not sure, we'll se what's on.

Sympathy for the Outlaw

There’s something profoundly poetic, almost whimsically rebellious about a Porsche outlaw. Picture a 1960s 911 with sun-faded paint, stripped-down bumpers, and rally lights like curious eyes peering into the misty unknown. These cars are not showroom darlings. They are narrative machines. Each dent and scuff is a plot point, each hand-stitched leather strap or bespoke gear shifter a lovingly crafted subplot. The allure lies not in their perfection, but in their particularity. These are Porsches with personality, the kind that would carry a tattered Moleskine and smoke clove flavoured cigarettes if they could. They are not of this world.

Modified Porsches are a kind of plot protagonist in their own right. They defy convention with deliberate, almost academic flair; rebuilt engines humming with the same tone of mischief that once inspired a lad to disassemble his father's typewriter just to see how it worked. They're curated by weirdos who lean more toward Jean-Luc Godard than the Stuttgart orthodoxy, men and women who favor individuality over price and pedigree. It is this blend of romance, rebellion, and rigorously intentional imperfection that makes the outlaw Porsche not merely a car but a desperado, framed eternally in a tracking shot, racing off towards a far horizon, accompanied by slide guitar and the faint, elegant whisper of a false nostalgia.

Honestly?

 I honestly have no clear idea of what is going on anymore. 

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I also wonder if I ever did.

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Probably not.

How Near Is Now?

"Nearly everyone has their box of secret pain."

Said John Steinbeck.

I wonder how nearly this nearly actually is. Close or missing by a mile.

There's no way of measuring. Secret pain remains the same.

Secret. That's all there is sometimes.

Collection

 

Collection - our new album is out now all the main music   providers and streamer's sites. Nine tracks, ten videos and that may well increase.

Hear it on YouTube here.

impossible songs

RO80

Everybody loves a look into the innards of the RO80 albeit the exterior design remains the best bit.

Carbon on the Valves

 Sometimes a picture is worth seven words.

Experimental

 

Everyone

 "Everyone we ever knew has gone".

"Everyone we ever knew has gone".

"Everyone we ever knew has gone".

Short Film

A short film with a long commentary.

"I cleaned out the dishwasher filter, removed the gunge, fed the cats, 

(you know the chicken they are eating needs to be used up as it's past it's use by date).

MPs are not the same as experts. 

The shower should be unblocked.

Following a slow police van.

The laundry pretty much does itself itself. 

Black out Tuesday.

I've lost a sock.

Recycling by booking only.

I've three clean jiffy bags but nothing to put into them yet.

Black Lives Matter.

Sports laces on Amazon and an Arsenal birthday card.

Various types of fish.

Donald Trump doesn't know how to hold a bible.

I routinely check the temperature of the fridge, mostly it's making it.

There's a 61% chance of rain but only after 1700 this evening."