By: Patrick It seems that as a society we do not take boredom very seriously. I recently went to a conference on the theme of boredom, and when I mentioned it to other people, most of them chuckled. “Was it boring?” was the standard response. Fair enough. For most people, boredom as a mood…
Author: ShiverWriggle
A Little Thought
By: Patrick Written 25 April 2012 Fernando Torres broke his long-standing goal drought last night, scoring Chelsea’s winner in a crucial European match. It was interesting to hear the discussions afterwards on the radio. Apparently some psychologists had suggested that his goal drought may be ‘fatal’. It seems interesting that psychologists feel able to…
Dawning
By: everylittlething The wind pushed through the gaps in the old house making eerie sounds and demonstrating real power. Cobwebs fluttered in the face of it and dust settled in its wake. There was no one there. Spiders hugged the walls and two mice ran along skirting boards. But no one saw them. The…
Introducing ‘Panning for Soul’
By: Patrick I am thirty-one years old. I seem to have reached a stage in my life where I am struggling to find meaning in a lot of things that once seemed so important. Not all things. I do not feel depressed, but rather I am finding that in most crucial areas of my…
Waking
By: everylittlething The young mother cradled her little one close to her breast and thought that human love could never be deeper than this. For many months she had been aware that her behaviour, her lifestyle, would affect the little bud as it became a flower inside her. Of course the days of eating…
New 6-blade razor unexpectedly brings about overnight demise of global capitalism
By: Patrick In a move that slipped under the radar of even the most shrewd economic analysts, yesterday’s launch of the new 6-blade ‘Synthesix’ razor by UK-based company Wilkinson Sword inadvertently led to the overnight collapse of global capitalism, it has been widely reported. Bemused and shame-faced economists, including formerly smug author of The…
Leave it there
By: Lydia Crow Leave it there, my love, Lest you disturb far more Than dust and bones And corpses of flies Who withered in the attic there During long, hot summers When the room’s dead air Was still and thick, Yet safe. Leave it there, my love, Lest you lie in bed Awake at night…
Bread
By: everylittlething The old woman cycled in zigzags along the ribbon of road that gave an edge to the wood. She was dressed completely in black. It was a hot summer’s day but even her stockings were black. The hair was a coil at the back of her head. Attached by a bungee cord…
No Rest for the Wicked
By: James “Harper, you bastard!” That bastard Harper’s been at it again. Give me strength. Listen to him, scurrying about like some sort of teenager whose furious masturbation session has been abruptly cut short by a grandparental intrusion. To be honest, that’s not too far from the truth. Swap the ages round and it…
Rainbow
By: everylittlething Richard of York gained battles in vain. No he didn’t. You’ve got to look at the bigger picture. . . you see, if he hadn’t . . . well, whatever – that’s the way I remember the order of the colours in the rainbow. Mrs. Needham once told me about the magic…