Wednesday, 20 January 2021

Day in the life...

A Moment in Meads 
(Part 2)

--The storm raged
black sky, silver
lightning, strobing
out over the Channel.

The silhouette of 
The Grand Hotel
flickering.

-- In Meads,
on the third floor,
a window was open.
Her back, bare and
tanned. Her hair
tied in a ponytail.

--The wine was finished.

He would always 
remember this night.

Tuesday, 19 January 2021

What is the point of music? - Part 1

Stagewear

I remember when I suppose I was about 10 and beginning to take note of the music and the charts. This burgeoning interest was fuelled in part by an awakening driven by two things: Top of the Pops & Girls. Girls liked music, I liked girls; ergo I like music. Simple. 

Things were complicated by the fact that the chart stars of the day were androgynous and confusing chaps(?) like Marc Bolan & David Bowie. Even grown up bovver boys Slade dressed a bit bloody weird. Anyway, girls liked musicians more than they liked footballers. So, whilst not turning my back on 'the beautiful game', I needed to become a musician. No problem. 

All you need is a tennis racket, some cardboard, sellotape, marker pen and some string. Within an hour I had knocked up a 'Fender Slazengercaster' - it was mint! Of course, it didn't make a sound, at least nothing like Bolan's riff to 20th Century Boy. More of a dull pfft - but hey I'm only interested in miming, like they do on 'Top of the Pops'. 

Guitar - done!

What to wear next? And this is where the wheels started to come off. I enlisted my mum in this tricky transformation from 10 year-old sporty schoolboy to POPSTAR. Unfortunately, I chose to style myself on the front man out of 'Wizzard', Roy Wood. Even now I cringe at the ham-fisted attempts to make myself look like Mr Wood - who much later I came to realise was a very talented musician (especially in The Move). A combination of make-up, back combing, assorted dressing gowns and other odd bits and pieces and the look was complete. I took one look in the upstairs full length mirror and was horrified! 

What is the point of music?

I flung the Slazengercaster down, scraped the make-up off and put my Chelsea kit back on. If dressing up like a right berk was what being a popstar was all about, then count me out. I think it took a full three and a half years for me to even listen to music again....

And then The Jam came to town!

Monday, 18 January 2021

Day in the life...

The End of Days

-- An Empire built
on a shifting tide.

Intimacy swamped
by the dark waves
of imminent night.

Fog horns sound.
-- The South Goodwin
Lightship released
from Poseidon's 
relentless grip.

No more
no more
no more.




Thursday, 31 December 2020

The things I miss about England blog

I just wanted to thank everyone who has dropped by on this blog during the course of the year. I will (by the time this goes out) have posted 129 times during the course of the year - the most by some way. I have found it an incredibly useful way to share my fears, loves, dreams, strange drinking habits and obsessions with by and large an anonymous but seemingly intrigued audience.

I started this blog when I moved to the other side of the world, with the aim of highlighting & sharing vague memories of England/UK/life for gentle amusement. I had no vision of what the future would bring, just a dim grasp of the past. 

My life has changed more in the last 10 years than in the previous 30+ by some way:

I left a buoyant England (still in Europe) under a Labour government and virus free, married, with two parents, employed, unpublished, without a record out, pet free and 20kg overweight. Suffice to say all that has changed some for good (eg: 20kg lighter!), some much less so (take your pick).

Anyway, thank you once again for popping here and by way of a thank you, why not listen to the 


Wishing you all a safe and happy 2021! 

Andy



Day in the life

A New Year's Eve Anxiety Vibration

-- I have watched 
the film
so many times 
and I never noticed
'Greensleeves' 
playing in the 
background 
as the Group Captain 
drives from base 
to The Jackdaw Inn.

-- 'Greensleeves', 
the sound of a late
Sunday afternoon --
Langney Green --
Such a miserable tune.

The weekend ends here!

Hairs on my neck
stood up --
Fucking 'Greensleeves'!
Haunted Sundays

And then an Ice cream van
rolled by my window.

-- The Battle of Britain is safe
although the same cannot be said
for Mr Bloody Whippy! 




Sunday, 20 December 2020

Day in the life...

The Long Weekend

-- Driving through
empty streets, floodlit, 
waterlogged.

A toy pistol lies
abandoned in the gutter.
All the stray dogs 
were rounded up
over the long weekend.

-- Netball courts 
cracked and overgrown.
A skateboard lies 
upside down, bleached.

The khaki torn tents 
in the car park,
twitching in the 
benign breeze
are the only signs 
of movement.

The car radio
picks up only static...

-- I suppose I should
try and find some petrol.



Thursday, 17 December 2020

Day in the life

A Moment in Meads (Part 1)

-- The Sussex Sun 
hovers over Rye,
beaming along 
the paradise coast,
illuminating a 
third floor room 
somewhere in Meads.

On the wooden table
-- A bowl of fresh 
chopped tomatoes,
spinach, cucumber
and onions, 
smothered in 
olive oil, lemon
and chopped garlic.

'King of America'
on repeat --
A white cotton dress
with red poppies
swishes in to the 
kitchen. 

A broad smile and 
hint of Chanel. 

-- Time to open
the Pinot Grigio.

Time to dance...

Tuesday, 15 December 2020

Day in the life...

Music from the other blue

-- The clatter of vacuum,
glass shattering, 
door slam,
wind blow,
metal gate.

The perpetual racket
raw root canal buzz
of Cicada and 
clumsiness. 

--- Surrounded by 
FUCKING NOISE!

Sunday, 6 December 2020

Day in the life...

 32º - South

-- Floating 
above life.

Toasted soil,
rogue clouds.

Dandelions drift
in the scorched
garden.

On the other
side of town
-- Escape routes
are agreed,
false papers issued.

We have been 
BETRAYED!


Friday, 4 December 2020

Day in the life

Trailing in the wake of genius

-- Even the sketches!
Even the sketches

...summon up 
more about love, 
loss and the torment 
of a broken mind.

Whirlpools
of Indigo and 
Ivory Black
-- Mixed with tears 
of the forgotten
muse.

A man, unshaven
sits at his desk
watching the 
sun rise over
unwashed dishes

-- Purple leaves captivate,
caught on the breeze
of another silent morning.

Even the leaves!
Even the leaves

... are left trailing
in the wake of genius.






Wednesday, 2 December 2020

Day in the life...

Black Flame

-- I am reconciled.
Cold nights outweigh
the diminishing days.

-- Burnt out.
Like the black flame
in my charred
heart.


Tuesday, 1 December 2020

Medway Man

The restless and relentless nature of the way Billy Childish seems to produce his work is something that inspires and challenges me at the same time. I'm a fan of his poetry, music & his painting. He is a compelling presence. 

He turns over different pebbles on the same beach as me. His life living in the Medway towns throws up some stark images (or more honestly dark memories) of similar experiences. 

He is neither innocent or guilty. He is Billy Childish (amongst other names). 

Today is his birthday. 

Best wishes.

Photo by Anna Huix/Contour by Getty Images



Saturday, 28 November 2020

Memories of The Dirt Box and UK Clubbing in the 1980's

I had the pleasure to chat with Rob Milton (The co-founder and original DJ) of The Dirt Box on Wednesday 25th Novemberon my weekly radio show London Calling on Sydney station 2RRR (88.5FM and www.2rrr.org.au). If you'd like to hear some fine music and funny memories. Why not click the link below.




Friday, 27 November 2020

Day in the life...

The Garden

-- Green belt dusk
seeps into night.
The garden settles.

Green Line bus
pushes on 
through the 
countryside.

-- A cupped hand.
The invisible
Old Holborn glow 
stalks the end 
of the Garden.

A voice calls 
into the darkness.

Whatever happened
in Flanders remains...

Thursday, 26 November 2020

Day in the life...

 Daisy
 
-- In an out 
the Soundsytems
heaven bound
spirals of smoke
curried goat and Sensi
 
The 10 o’clock
from the coast
to the shadow
of the Westway
-- Red Stripe
and Daisy.
 
The long fringe,
flowers, sinuous.
Good days, 
sad days.
 
-- Gin, Bitter lemon
and Daisy.

Wednesday, 18 November 2020

A day in the life...

DownLand

-- Stale hay clings 
to the memory
of walking barefoot
across the Downs 
at dawn.

Alfriston flickering 
below the low slung
clouds -- rain heavy.

--- She strides ahead
100 yards, 110 yards
120... 

It is never a good time
to say goodbye...

on DownLand.



Tuesday, 17 November 2020

A day in the life...

Birdsong and K-pop

-- The clatter of comms
spinning stratospheres

Calling on 
6.5 MHz
-- Traffic spirited away
over the span of
Mooney Mooney Bridge.

The lost telegrams 
never to be read.
Missed proposals.

the relentless Klang
of Birdsong and K-pop.

Wondering will it ever.

STOP

Saturday, 14 November 2020

And so...

The ragged mob of narcissists have started to turn in on themselves. From Trump to Cummings... the pace of hate just became too much and the 'outsiders' find themselves back on the outside. 

The real shame is that they'll never properly be brought to account for their litany of mad schemes and contemptible actions. 

Anyway... 


Time to move on everyone.