As I’m moving this year I decided it was high time to collect my art work from all around the house and sort of condense it for viewing in my from room that already exudes a gallery vibe.
Spaceman in gold
I don’t have a TV (yuck to telly for all the years I’ve been travelling) or indeed much furniture since I decided I wanted to be very Feng Shui with everything feeling very cluttered in my life and a general need for energy flow; Ommmmmmm!
The abyss.
So here’s a few bits which you can also see on my art website
A collection of air clay animals waiting for their shepherd. They are themed like the goose woth the golden egg, the Easter bunny that’s a March hair, Pig with a golden snout etc.
OR, OTHER NOBLE CAUSES WERE THERE TOO; A LOT OF WORTHY CAUSES AND ALL ON ONE GLORIOUS DAY!
I left it a couple of days before posting as it’s been a very crazy time for this old bird flitting around here and there and sticky beaking as much as possible. Which leads me neatly into the governments and all the unpleasant agencies wanting to do the very same thing in a very devious way though.
Saturday was for trying my new hair conditioner success!) and then nipping down to a ‘TOGETHER’ rally and getting together with the hardy bunch who were on the original marches and rallies from 2020 with stopping the jab.
Yeah, yeah spoiler alert. My son with his horse (tiny share) JAMADA!
My son had sent me a cryptic message on my phone asking if I fancied going to the races the following day. Well yah! Always up for a little trot out and I said as much but it was still a mystery, especially where it was; in Fakenham? I knew not where it was either so I just arranged to meet the following morning at Kings Cross.
OR, LET’S GET ON WITH IT NOW SHALL WE ?! Already, Chinese lunar year is in, and thank god. We get to have a horsey vibe and I’m a Sagittarius so it’s right up my […]
OR, HOW THINGS KEEP GETTING WEIRDER AT NIGHT. EXCUSE MY RAMBLING ANECDOTES!
I really need to get a grip. At first I was worrying and whining on about not getting enough sleep then suddenly I’m plunging into the abyss with less and less help from medicine after doing my ritual changing of rooms when I have a bad streak sleep-wise.
Tequila and bed? No only in Mexico!
Let me explain. Since being a child I have slept poorly and it has always been something I fret about as soon as I hit the hay. It’s vile and only bad sleepers understand the hideous anxiety that goes with. For example I have always freaked out on Sunday nights due to the pre Monday school blues and well, hysteria. This has continued into adulthood and beyond. However, don’t believe it’s the only day of the week I can froth at the mouth, any day of the week will do, regarding as to whether I’ll be able to sleep at all.
The land of the battle.
I’ve done all the correct things they bang on about. The darkening of the room is vital and I’ve made blackout blinds so snug that it makes the room fell like it doesn’t exist even and that I might have gone blind. The not watching TV (or any blue screen two hours before estimated sleep time) I don’t have a TV anywhere in the house let alone the bedroom so I don’t make that mistake as I turn everything off two hours ahead. I turn off the Wi-Fi on my phone after around seven and just read books afterwards to not over excite myself. I try not to drink anything after six and then only herbal tea (not even cocoa it has caffeine in it!) I go under my infrared lamp for a session which is by the bed. I turn the lights out between nine and ten putting on my audiobook very quietly and on its slowest speed with someone whose voice doesn’t irritate me. I then shuffle about finally resting on my left side to sleep. Well that doesn’t necessarily work but at least I’m trying. If i need, I take a sedative on bad nights and at least half a Sleepeeze. This can temporarily sort it but it doesn’t mean that I won’t wake in the early hours for wees or just because, and then crippled by the worry of it not be able to ‘drop off’ again until the cock crows. Am I rambling?
OR, MY FIRST JELLY OR JEWS EAR GOING IN MY SOUP. OYSTER, POLYPORE AND TURKEYTAIL.
Baby turkey tails wet and beautiful
Congratulations on surviving 2025. Now let’s crack on with an already insane 2026. Chaos with good stuff emerging from the smoke and mirrors. Hello my old birds and let’s get out and stretch our legs and breathe properly as every day is wonderful. Let’s cautiously peak out and go walkies and see what’s up.
IN THE WOODS IN THE PISSING RAIN
I had a plan to visit my old pal down in Putney to go walkies in the woods down there close to her in Putney woods (and next time we will go to Richmond). Forecast was heavy rain but I didn’t care and despite a slightly tortuous journey I arrived nice and early not in my Russian coat and hat that I’d been wearing during that cold snap, but in my waterproofs ready to blow away the cobwebs and slip and slide in the muddy terrain.
OR, IN THE WOODS AGAIN. NOT MUCH TO SHOW EXCEPT THOSE AUTUMN COLOURS.
Below is my personal award to Westminster City Council :
‘THE BIG TIT MUSHROOM IN SHIT‘ AWARD.
Mushroom booby look alike goes to Westminster City Council
I wrote this a while back and couldn’t finish it as my laptop kept crashing! I’m back at Mayfair library and all Westminster City Council system has been hacked, but gloriously they still have Wi-Fi. This a source of great amusement today as I have been going on the demos against digital ID for the last few weeks now, its even made the cover (finally) of our local ragWest End Extra.
or the drought seems over and a’ mushrooming we will go! After a long hopeless summer with no actual sun, chemical clouds poisoning us but no actual rain from the heavens and all wildlife suffering, […]
OR, LIFE BEING A PAIN. Had a rough ride recently and just due to that dirty word MONEY. I was just a bit sick in my mouth uttering such a foul filthy thing. However this […]
This post is months late due to a particularly chaotic patch in my life (yes, more than normal!) I’m back on course now so here we go with last of Mexico posts and a follow up with my floods, buggered back, wonderful acupuncture with my old Chinese professor and a dreadful trip to Spain!
It was no good, I was running out of time. I had stayed many days in Homun and spent many happy hours understanding what your best life can be like and it definitely was here. After my birthday and the visit to Neekluum followed by a massive hangover, I started to feel the call of the road again. I would need to go back to Merida by the collectivo then go on to catch an ADO to Valladolid, there I would spend the night and then go on to Cancun for some beach before leaving to London. It was a boring awkward trip and I managed to fuck it up and hate it in equal proportions.
Happy by the tree of life in Homun. Leaving was agony for me.
Obviously leaving my new family was awkward and traumatic. As all solo travellers will know, when you bond on the road it’s surprisingly difficult saying your goodbyes. The flowing conversation evaporates and foolish clichés creep in to the stilted conversation and dragging silences. That’s why I always plump for a rapid running away with just a shout over my shoulder of ‘tata, love you!’ and just my vague outline scurrying off in a dust cloud that envelopes me. This was impossible with Dulce and Aleph as they were giving me a lift in the bicycle taxi to the town centre and Dulce was dragging her heels having got more maudlin and glum than me if that’s possible. We cuddled and whimpered and went to do another unnecessary task before repeating the hugging. It was truly awful and terribly upsetting even when I wrote obscenities in their guest book at their childlike request. ‘Say that thing you said about that man with the tequila!’ they implored. I looked at them doubtfully ‘With all the swearing ?’ I asked nervously. Yes yes they wanted that. They looked at me with joyful expectant faces so I wrote some foul language about the poor fellow (did we hate him that much?) . Then I had to write a list of silly Spanish expressions that I had used ad nauseum that they loved. With eyes sparking they revelled in those along with the initial loving comments I had made about their lovely little homestead business. Yeah, yeah that was all very well but they wanted all the potty mouth things that I said in English too and my mean comments about other innocent yet irritating guests. This filled up a good amount of time as they would remember other things that must go in, dodgy anecdotes et al, and would drag me back to scribble more.
Old Bird Travels Solo! 