Last Word, Miscellany

The Second Irregular SloWord Awards

OK, 2015 has now been consigned to history. 2016 shall prove historic, too. For the US, which means, of course, the World. In 2016, I expect either a pant-wearing lady President ( I'm getting the vapours just thinking about it...) or another republican chump, this time one without a name called Bush, but with hair… Continue reading The Second Irregular SloWord Awards

Last Word, Pomes

Who writes this bilge?

I cannot lie - it is I. I don't mean to boast or preen but it is true I shopped for shoes and wrote about my woes. The blog it is dry, the humour forced. The Pomes are silly and the stories long A rant or two - There's even a song And I love… Continue reading Who writes this bilge?

Fiction, Last Word

Right Hand Man – Chapter 2

<Looking for Chapter 1? Click this.> Fatty walked in to the office to see Goon already there. “Good morning, Chief! You’re up early!”, he said. Goon gave a grunt and waved him over to his desk. “This computer thing is very confusing”. “Oh, it just needs getting used to. Give it a week and you’ll… Continue reading Right Hand Man – Chapter 2

Last Word, Miscellany

The Return of Fish

It's Thursday and time for some more work with mirrors and and smoke, maybe some steam. For steam is healthy they say. You have saunas where your toxins become toxouts and steam irons where the wrinkles in your clothes become more becoming creases. Remember to use distilled water for the steam iron. I learned that… Continue reading The Return of Fish

Last Word, Miscellany

My Birthmonth Festival

August is almost upon us. August brings with it the day the body that owns the authors on this blog was born. Yessirreee, The SloMan, The LastWord, LeggieLefty and the PeevedPunjabi were born in August. In order to celebrate, I am offering you an easy way to wish me well. Instead of me writing a… Continue reading My Birthmonth Festival

Last Word, Miscellany

Green Grass Blues

They tell me grass is greener on the other side. Leaving aside the question of who "they" are, the motion before us is "The Grass is Greener on the Other Side". I propose now to review this from both sides of the keyboard. Yes, there is another side, the dark side that kicks in when… Continue reading Green Grass Blues

Last Word, Music

Ten Songs that became Great

I've been meaning to write this for a while. I read A.PromptReply's post on Ten Things I Love and Ten Things I Hate and I thought to myself, why restrict it? Why not 10 songs I like, 10 books I hate, 10 body parts, 10 cars, 10 destinations and so on and so on and… Continue reading Ten Songs that became Great

Last Word

More cleanups

Instead of simply reblogging something on this Thursday, I've chosen to make improvements to the site. Again. Apart from the ever-changing theme ( it's a blue and white thingy now... ), I have made the following changes. These should make it easier to find posts. Some of the newer readers may find it useful to… Continue reading More cleanups

Last Word, Memoirs

Boo arrives

In the autumn of 1994 we moved office to a friend’s flat ( apartment, if American ) about 5 minutes walk away from the house. The two rooms and separate entrance allowed us to host the expanded team and have a separate office for me and the Beloved Bangalan. Things had improved a bit since… Continue reading Boo arrives


Portrait of the writer

It’s Thursday! You lucky people get to read a very old pome! Enjoy!


The art of the writer
is a precious thing.
He writes for himself,
but others are served.

The heart of the blighter
wants the woman to cling.
He wants for himself
the other thinks “perve!”.

The part of the writer
is a constant thing.
It creates itself
barbers conserve.

The fart of the writer
has a wonderous sting.
He relieves himself
the room is unnerved.

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