When my old manager, expressed her love for grey, (the colour not the infamous protagonist) I didn’t know what to make of it. The rainbow has seven splendid colours. Great fashion statements can be made in black. But Grey?The semi-permanent colour of the sky in England. The colour of a dusty old rag which is picked up only by tips […]
The sense of territory is undoubtedly an animalistic instinct. The sense of ownership is even more powerful…my hands, my clothes, my family, my home, my tribe, my country. Mine, Mine, Mine.It’s always I the fool versus their behaviour, their haughtiness, their mischief.We create titles to the land, we write lenghthy wills and we draw territories. We refuse people any right […]
I take away the garbage bags, all filled to the brim.Where will they go, will they float or will they swim?It’s gone. Replenish. Consume. I like the sound of empty wine bottles, they clink together as I throw them away.Oh! We have had a good time. That sweater stacked for charity.My first. Whatever.It’s gone. Replenish. Consume. My Hope and Fear. Ego, shattered and bruised.Where will they go, will they float or will they swim?
The Colloquial Chutney and Little Miss Elf 