Mike The Juggler. I met him in my first year here, I was down for university. He was up for throwing tennis balls about. Full of piss I was, as was usual then, and I marvelled as the man – a throwback to some sort of carnival barker, barking mad perhaps, but hey, who’s to […]
be true to your own set of rules. you are not an outlaw as such, but live outside the law – if and when you can – that’s the crucial part of the plan. Without that, you’ve given up before anything else can get started.
Welcome to episode 67 of Sweetman Podcast with support from our sponsors – T Leaf T, Yeastie Boys and Le Petite Chocolat. This conversation is me chatting with the poet, historian and academic Jeffrey Paparoa Holman.
The beauty of music is best realised when the hairs on your arms prickle as the tune begins – or reaches its key moment, its peak, its greatness. An oft-listened classic will evoke such response. Sometimes – when lucky – a new tune will do much the same. That’s the time when no one can […]
There he is at the crease, no runs on the board, but he won’t be ignored – as he aims for the middle and never heads too far down the pitch. He is always able, just, to dig it out from the block-hole, best foot forward, which is obviously right. He’s left with the bat, […]
I move the mouse or does it move me? Strange wee Ouija board that takes me where I almost never need to go, allows me, once in a while, to smile out the window(s), on the way to wherever – as some of my past lives flash by – and at several things I might […]
and all I was thinking was that it was my opinion, wasn’t thinking that it mattered wasn’t thinking that anyone else cared, wasn’t thinking. But that doesn’t mean I’m not entitled to my opinion, doesn’t mean I’m not entitled, doesn’t mean I don’t think I’m right. I write because I want to. If you don’t […]
Lay down, stay down for a while. The world won’t miss your smile when it’s looking at last week’s cat-meme. Pipe dreams are still being constructed, the cylinder is currently obstructed – backed up with catshit from the daydreaming everyone’s doing in the privacy of their own public. Time to flush? Enough’s never (ever) been […]