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A Month in Review

Published 30/12/2007 Uncategorized Leave a Comment

Good evening, well its 2:08am so I guess it’s a late good evening or even a good night. Anyway.

The last month has been incredibly busy for me, so much that I have not really had the time or the inclination to get down to some serious blogging. I have not really been able to concentrate properly on what to write, and for a majority of the last month I have either been moving house or getting married or celebrating christmas.

Writing becomes harder the less you do it, but as soon as I get myself back in to order I can return to my normal habits and routines. I can’t wait to re establish a new normality, our new house is really nice and I know that I will settle nicely as soon as the boxes have vanished and we can really feel like this place is ‘home’.

Laura and I want to thank everyone for their kindness and generosity throughout our month of hell. And my God has it been hell. After living with Laura’s mum for a week, we finally move in with carpets and rude removal men. Then the solicitor hits us for a further four hundred quid for rent and service charges, contested it but he isn’t budging. So we are poor, skint and now ill. Just after christmas and the marriage, Tom gets the worlds worst case of the flu and then Laura gets it.

The motivation has started to wain so I will moan more tomorrow. I am still alive.

Weddings, Houses and everything else

Published 07/12/2007 Blog Leave a Comment

Dear Blog, Apologies for not updating recently but my life has turned in to an introspective crock of stress. I won’t go in to detail but it has been pretty much the most stressful period of history so far.

The wedding has started to unravel with people changing their minds about coming, and to top it off we’re moving in the same week we’re getting married. I have realised that every aspect of my personality needs reprogramming, I am too fat , too bad with money, not confident about anything and I worry too much.

I am not feeling very introspective at the moment so I will update later when I am not getting pains from my butt.

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Cheesegreen – My poetry ‘Plog’

Owe 08/11/2009

I’m going to Make you an offer. You’re going to like It. Life isn’t very good At this sort of thing. So I’ll sell you my Soul. Posted by Wordmobi

Chris

Cyclone 04/11/2009

I walk a cyclone on a nylon lead They can be cared for really easily, Remember they will always need to feed In wind and rain and other weather fronts, Engulfing all that stands up in it’s way Trains and cars, People and wildlife too. The upkeep can be quite prohibitive If you have nowhere else to really live, The cyclone never sleeps, [...]

Chris

Rolling 31/10/2009

Roll your tongue over the slow earth, the live earth told in slow dreams. Letter over letter, lets roll over.

Chris

Pasta Sauce 31/10/2009

Hooray for pasta sauce, Only the stuff in a jar of course, The other stuff is poncy and grim And yes it’ll help you keep all slim, It’s not the same as the stuff in a jar This wonderful Italian ambrosiarr. Made in Norwich and bottled in Gwent? It’s the taste I love, and it’s left me spent. [...]

Chris

Poetry Addict 31/10/2009

Hi, I’m Chris, Response: Hi Chris And I am a poetry addict. I have been clean now for three months, My head is full of facts and figures, No stanzas or trochees or sestinas. No rhymes. Just statistics. At my worst, I rhymed everything I spoke. Trying to get a point across was a joke, I couldn’t stop thinking like Dr Seuss, And soon my [...]

Chris

Exmouth (after an argument) 31/10/2009

Why would you want to be In that weird little place by the sea. Why would you make the trek to a place that has no self respect? Why would you want to be seen In a place where better days have been Why would you make a home, In a place where they steal garden gnomes, Why would you take your gran To [...]

Chris

Wedding Ring 28/10/2009

Took off my ring, Yet it is imprinted on my skin, Punched and branded like Cattle. You saw me do it But chose not to say anything, Although it has been a long time coming. My finger is the only part of me, that is fine.

Chris

Services (Gordano) 28/10/2009

We’ve stopped, and our aching bodies function again, after three hours in hyperspace. Place your feet on martian aggregate. Bright white walls, candy coloured cuddly brand logos, shining in a radioactive post apocalyptic flicker. The foyer, home to sedated loney cheeseplants living next a faux-oasis in a stasis of activity. Baby changing facilities, s […]

Chris

Effy 28/10/2009

Effy smoked Like life was ending in an hour. But it would in ten years. She didn’t seem to care as nicotenel patches adorned her arm, flat limpets on a cragging saggy rock. One night, she spontaneously combusted, leaving a pair of charred feet. And a fag butt.

Chris

Cathedral 28/10/2009

No ball games On ancient bricks, Viynl chips the brittle Sandstone. Base of the tower, grand old lady in goal. With every shot she Neither dives or jumps. Static, still and almighty. 800 years can stop more then a football. History patched and quilted in to brickwork.

Chris