Biog

This is a blog.  I wite in this, thoughts and ideas.  I don’t advertise viagra, or endorse spam. I don’t even like spam, it tastes like cat food. 
I am a poet with various degrees of success , and a writer with no success whatsoever.

I am a born Devonian, but by the accent you’d be hard pressed to say exactly where I come from.  I am a qualified librarian by day and a small time poet by the rest of the time.  I don’t organise books, I am untidy and hate classification systems despite working with them everyday.  However, I am quiet and hate mobile phones and force myself not to tell people to take their mobile conversations outside.

Add me as a facebook friend, or even make a paper mache model of the Empire State building, either way I am not bothered.  I have three cats, I live in Exeter, I’m about to be divorced and I listen to a ridiculous amount of music, very varied. I pretend to DJ and I pretend to cook.

After a recent illness, I am indebted to these people. Please donate to either Cancer Research or FORCE or Macmillan Cancer Reflief

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  1. 1 mumsy 13/05/2008 at 9:25 pm

    We are all with you sweetheart and we all love you very much. I happened to stumble upon this blog thing whilst on facebook. Huggys and pancakes always waiting for you. x x x x

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  2. 2 Hugh 08/11/2008 at 7:46 am

    Hey Chris, hows life in exeter? are you about in the evening tomorrow(sunday)? thought we might meet for a drink in the beefeater. Hugh

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  • Famille 28/12/2009
    They make life easy, But also sometimes hard, You get dealt with them However hard you try and play Your cards. They are granite in your Foundation stone but strapped with a coat of semtex, They’ll pick away until there is Nothing left but build you back When you need it most, They are your coffee in the morning A special supper when you come home But […]
    Chris
  • Boxing Day 26/12/2009
    A walk is What we really need. Let’s go to Exmouth, The population of Exeter thought In frightening Unison.
    Chris
  • Bah Humbug 18/12/2009
    Don’t give me Deck the Halls, Or you’ll lose possession of your bauballs. because I’m dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones we’ve never actually had. Hark the herald angel sing, What is that awful din?  Oh it’s a choir. Where’s my M-16. Jingle bells, jingle bells. Last time I jingled bells, I was arrested. The first Noel, the angels did say This f […]
    Chris
  • E-Safety (How to stay safe against online pirates. 18/12/2009
    They called him ‘Facebook Jim’ Because if you added him, He’d add you back. No matter who you were. Even if you were sane, Or even slightly disturbed. He’d add people from Africa, Asia and even South America But one day he added A pirate. Called Barry. Who was Going up in the world and Bought a PC. Had found that looting ships Was not as profitable. So he go […]
    Chris
  • Teeth 21/11/2009
    My aim, when spitting That mouth mixed minty Broth, concocted each time teeth are scrubbed has been perfected after My grandmother, told me off for missing the plug And not rinsing the sink. Now, I can aim a jet of water Like a vegas fountain with Accuracy that’d make her Proud.
    Chris
  • Face 21/11/2009
    Mirror like, staring at the lens is a face from the otherside. First photo of the source of Those long strings of beautiful Sentences.  Caring words from A disembodied body on the Other side of the world. You are nothing like what I Thought.  You’re fat. But then it’s a camera, that’s What it does.  Fattens your White porcelain face. The pe […]
    Chris
  • Director 21/11/2009
    Julio, pronounced ‘Hoolio’ Is slouched at the only table seat In this fluorescent catacomb. Now and again he takes a Phone Call. With great statement He reels off his matinee, Directing darlings, just some Actors learning scripts. Loudly he strokes a kempt Designer beard as his jawline Rests quietly on an ego Three metres diameter. His pseudo sel […]
    Chris
  • Car Boot 21/11/2009
    A field, on a Sunday morning. Fried egg smells, eminating From the snack wagons dotted About. Our Sunday service, My dialogue with God, replaced With mindless bartering over Cardboard coffee cups. This field, a karma junction, Items with stained energy, Passing over, under the Hymns of the car boot, Items of communion, Approach plaster table altars. Make you […]
    Chris
  • Hard ‘C’ 17/11/2009
    the waiting room hygienic with a TV humming cushy kids programs to those with no soul. thumb worn magazines littered the only table, saturating the pine vaneer with turned corners and faded bent gloss covers.  An unatural smiling woman stares at the faces of those who will die before she develops wrinkles, thanks to Oil of Ulay. The few that sit there either […]
    Chris
  • Run Away 17/11/2009
    What he didn’t say Was where he was Going.  What he Did say was that He didn’t care if He lived or died. I wish running Away was only Something that Children tried to do. Adults apparently Do the same.
    Chris

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