Thoughtless

The sky keeps threatening rain
And I scream back
“Well fuck you too, old friend!
I never asked for nice hair or
Suede shoes – only for cars
And plastic carrier bags and
A spot of sun.”
But there is no curse or yell I can imagine
Worse than the threat
Of hailstones in August.

Inside British Passports it Reads:

Her Britannic Majesty’s Secretary of State Requests and requires in the Name of Her Majesty all those whom it may concern to allow the bearer to pass freely without let or hindrance, to afford the bearer such assistance and protection as may be necessary.

Would you believe it’s the 21st century!? (Also, do other passports have sections like this in them?)

Backseat

I switched the tune
And the road began to bow.
I never knew a bird
To fly so high.
I wish that I had known.

He sang along and
In my head it sounded sweet.
It called the breeze
And lifted the dust up off the street.
I need to know.

I feel like a child again
Staring up at monster machines
Curious lights
Curious eyes
I am not sure what it all means.
Tell me please?

Once

He was not a man
This I knew for sure.
The creature shrouded in
Sinewy muscle was
A war.

Thin skinned but strong.
He fought and flayed the coast line.
To touch, or be touched
By the red horse was abomination.
None loved him.

But there were mad dogs
Frothing white-lipped
In the countryside willing,
Jumping to the boom
The drum
The voice.

Sharm el Sheikh (and my first ever resort holiday)

Featuring: where I’ve been for the past fortnight-and-a-bit.

So yes, I’ve been on one of those embarrassingly touristy, family-friendly, holiday village-y, “Butlins away from home” type holidays. And it was pretty good fun.

Maybe it helped that I had a killer crush on a few of the entertainers there, and that the weather was perfect…and the food…
But it’s been so long since I’ve just been able to kick back and relax a bit – even if the lefty in me was furious.

So my holiday in total:
Relaxing as fuck;
I did nearly drown scuba diving though;
And I ended up filing a complaint about the inappropriate sexual attitude many of the employees expressed towards me!

BLISS!

And now I’ve just arrived in Tel Aviv (as per) to see the family. I’ve got a few more little travel stories and poems in the pipeline.

That’s all folks!