and he has been placed under arrest pending the outcome of the tribunal hearings.

The Machinations of Life have defeated me this Tuesday; so for today I will remove some apparent dross and try a simpler approach.

1. To perve is man!
2. No crumbs in the butter please
3. Dog is god spelt badly

Straight from the burning bush I will now give these a run. I am not quite ready to chisel them in stone as I am sure I have missed a worthy premise or two.

They drink early
They drink hard
If I weren’t so surly
I’d sing like a bard

Pretentious effluent
Is the literary card
High browed homage
It floats like lard

With angular cheekbones
And brittle shards
I see yesterday,
As a hope – discard!

June, July, August...and it is time for the ketchup effect.

I stamp with rancour, disdain and disgust
These little people who nibble at the crust.
I need fuel for the ovens so I may roast
This meat I am to put on our toast.
The fat of this land belongs to us all
And for this privilege; I’ll dictate who shall fall.
If you tell me again - what I do is not good;
I will chase you; burn you; out of this hood.

To me, it seems as such:

Smoke! Down an ant's nest;
And how they move.
We have thoughts?
Oh fuck, George Best.

Beer. I love it - I wished it loved me:

Beauty has left you,
And your face does rot.
Inside; shoe blue!
Succoured in pot.

Oh FUCK, oh fuck
Where is Clare?
Why ask this;
A Tequila hat I do wear.

I am not great on politics as it is mostly double speak and that just confuses me. This might have something to do with my brain size I can actually unplug it and put it in a matchbox when I go to an airport. And why not; this is apparently what everyone does when they enter those soulless buildings (second only too hospitals).

I am sitting in an overpriced hotel room far from home panicking about The Crisis that I expect will unfold. I am eating a Ritter Sport chocolate bar that maybe I should not have bought. How many of us will be lucky enough to emerge unscathed. Emerge is a word I am hearing too often of late.