Hospital, Psychosis / /

Went to the doctors today to have my stitches removed. Dr Scerif. An Ethiopian in his sixties who trained in Rome. We speak haltingy in Italian sometimes. He gave me a new phrase last week which Marzia my keyworker says doesn’t exist. Perhaps it’s Roman or seventies slang. But I’ve forgotten it. Something about being […]

Psychosis, Trees / /

God it’s so long since I last wrote this blog, at the height of the coronavirus. Then I couldn’t sit on a bench at all or even on the grass for five minutes. Bloody parkies would chase me away, or even – on a couple of occasions – the police. Since then I have made

Trees / /

In the park. White women still ignoring me and waking me up to let me know it. Trees standing tall as statues, and as quiet. What are they waiting for?

Psychosis / /

Stoned again. My days are spent between my bed, my kitchen and the park. They have moved me on countless times, because sitting alone in the middle of a field constitutes a threat to the health of my fellow park-goers. I have reached a compromise. I will walk halfway (approx) round the park and then

Coronavirus, Psychosis / /

Hit a brick wall yesterday when I realised I hadn’t had a conversation for about a week. I used to be able to last three weeks, anything more and I imploded. But I know my limits better these days and I have a better support structure about me to stop me bottling up my emotions

Coronavirus, Fun, Psychosis / /

So I’ve taken a few minutes out of my busy day to sit on a bench in Highbury Fields. My glasses are pinching on the right hand side and there’s nothing going on, as usual. Nothing ever goes on. I’m so used to it I almost like it. It’s people speaking loudly, catching my attention

Fun, Photography, Psychosis, Trees / /

Another shitty day. The Devil robert and my brother driving me crazy on the radio. Radio London. The first time I have listened to it in years. Joy Love (I think that was her name) between 10 and 1. Very entertaining. Fear that I’m losing you. I’ll think of something interesting to say. Highbury Fields

1 Comment / Blogging, Coronavirus, Fun, Poems, Psychosis, Work In Progress / /

Is the title of my next book, to be published in the next few weeks, though who will buy it, with the shops closed and a tanking economy (people dying of course), I don’t know. I’ll try and shift it online though that’s more effort with metal (see below). More stories about prostitutes in the

Poems / /

My third book of poems came back from the printer yesterday. 15 poems. I’m very pleased with the result. I only wish Latona, my old friend, could see it. We lost contact over 20 years ago and I have no Idea where she is. She could still be in a part of London, the Northwest,

Fun, Psychosis / /

Another shitty day. Woke up. Toast and jam and a cup of coffee. Vape. Lay around in bed most of the morning. Can’t remember what I was thinking about. Except at about half past ten I realized we’d succeeded in putting robert to sleep. Permanently. They’re looking for it what we did. I don’t know