Woah dude, why did I forget my glam-rock bell-bottoms, fly-aways and two-tone, sport-frame, amber aviators? This place reeks of 70’s porn. It evokes images of densely smoky, sweaty foreheaded, Thai whisky, hold-all drug deals going wrong and pseudonyms used by former BBC children’s TV presenters for suspect sex tourism in patterned Speedo’s. Continue reading
This screenplay is a ‘rite of passage’ or ‘institutionalised’ type of story where our young hero, ‘PETE’ and his friends: DUNC, GRIFF and PODGE get themselves involved in something unexpectedly dark when they skip school. The story is a tragic-comedy, set over just three days in a Northern town. The screenplay carries themes and motifs of a small town culture, racism, the effects of alcoholism, broken family and hope.
Rejecting the hullabaloo and excess of the Western world for a month of freedom in the East means you can throw a few vests in a bag and everything’s hunky-dory. Passport. Check. Wallet. Check. Vests. Check. Undies. Check.
However, prioritising the pure necessities for a rough and ready back-packing trip when you have a limited number of litres in your rucksack can present it’s own dilemmas. Here, our guest back-packing legend and seasoned traveler, Hazel Keeley gives her tips on keeping packing to a minimum. Continue reading
Wandering the many markets of Chiang Mai, Pai and Luang Prabang with Hazel and Collette as they perused jewelry, purses, trinkets, bronze statues of Buddha, candles, harems, hand-made cosmetics and Eastern ornaments, I felt a little out of place. This was not my scene. Continue reading
Parmath Niketan ashram by the Ganges in Rishikesh was our base for a week after we escaped the 46 degree heat of the Indian desert. In the ashram we rested, ate incredibly healthily and practiced yoga.
Under a tree in the pretty, lush gardens by the yoga school (which is incidentally just next to the World Toilet College) Collette and I took a couple of hours to relax surrounded by the butterflies, colour shifting lizards, tropical birds and insects before we were rudely disturbed by the rhesus macaques. I was writing plenty of poems during the peace of this time and here is one inspired by the garden beasties.
Greetings from Luang Prabang in Laos.
Since January and as we have been travelling, I have been having fun writing screenplays, a book and some poems. I am learning a lot and I am definitely getting better. I love it. I’ve learnt some new words ‘n’ that ‘n’ all like vermiculate and penumbra. And kerfs. Gonna use ’em. I am thrilled that the poem, ‘Pillars’ below has been selected from a competition (which had entrants from all over the world) to be printed in a real book made out of paper and everything. I have a proper poem boner.
Finally and reluctantly acknowledging me through a drawn face that quite clearly declared that, I seriously can not be arsed with any of your shit ever, the waitress at the beach restaurant welcomed me with an, at-best spiky,
“What do you want?” Continue reading
We have moved on from India and met our friend Hazel in Bangkok. We shifted to Tratt and then a boat to Koh Kood: a tiny island in rainy season with dense, tropical forest and waterfalls. And boy did the water fall. Here is a post about a rain that came and the wonderfulness of Collette.
Whilst in India I have started to write a book. I’m calling the book Red Moon and here’s an early excerpt. The book centres around disappearances of young people in Goa. The initial inspiration was supplied by some spooky events in Pondicherry. This is the second post related to the book. You can read the other by clicking the link at the end. Enjoy! Or not as the case may be…
Hello and good day to all
Please find below my three poems as entries to your fabulously apt poetry competition. I am early, like all good boy scouts and I believe I have met the brief and provided verses true to the commoner, the common good and the music of poetry.
My important details are as follows: