Month: July 2019


Jazzy jazz or (some) opera. Can’t be beaten.

All A Matter Of Choice

Half measures are rarely worth considering. Our binary-based universe offers us the choice: All the way in, or all the way out. Choose and deal with the consequences. But, for the sake of holy moley, choose, damn you.

Such a philosophy, if it can be called that, applies everywhere through time and space.

Sex Pest

Jennifer Richardson shrieked and covered her eyes with her hands at the sight of her neighbour mowing his lawn wearing only a tight pair of shorts and flip flops.

She called the police.

“I am a shy woodland creature of the female variety,” she announced to the civilian communications officer, “and I feel abused and offended and shocked and suffering from PTSD.”

Several police cars were immediately dispatched, the neighbour was arrested and charged with committing a public nuisance. He was subsequently sentenced to three months imprisonment. His name was added to the sex offenders’ register.

“The dirty rat!” said Jennifer Richardson.

Eight Deadly Sins

As if lust and gluttony and greed and sloth and wrath and envy and pride weren’t enough, we have to be cursed by consciousness which, of course, enables all the preceding sins to flourish. So, which is the worst sin of all? That’s right: being conscious.

What a pain. But, one day, we’ll all be free of it.


I say, leave the human race to ruin the planet and destroy itself as a consequence. In the long run, it won’t matter. We’re only specks of dust on a rather larger speck of dust floating about in space, somewhere in this thing we call the Universe. If it doesn’t happen in the next hundred years or so, it will happen some time. I don’t care; I’ll be dead and my own constituent parts will be mingling with other matter to no great effect on anything.

Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we won’t be able to.