Who Knows Where The Time Goes
dp the sun went down on summer isle and drew the north wind down from the pole. put the commons deep in the mud, up to their gills in the passing season’s silt. the wicker basket men took off their masks and headed for the one doored pub, fiddles tucked under their elbows, readying themselves [...]
and, of course, we blanked…
27 September 2007 // Caught By...
..well, Jak and I did, we were after Carp. They weren’t having it. Steve on the other hand had a huge bag of Roach and three Gudgeon. Quality. JB Jakub took the photos.
Tommy Cooper
26 September 2007 // Miscellany
I went in to a pet shop. I said, “Can I buy a goldfish?” The guy said, “Do you want an aquarium?” I said, “I don’t care what star sign it is.” I met the bloke who invented crosswords today. I can’t remember his name, it’s P something T something R. cheers Nick.
Where The Wild Things Are
24 September 2007 // Caught By... //On Water
This is a stretch of the River Trent that I used to fish as a kid. Just below the weir at Beeston.Not the greatest shot but you can see how wild it is. “That’s where they are” he told me. I fished there yesterday. With my Brother in law, Mike, first time in thirty odd [...]
The Three Musketeers. Cover Art by Tom Gauld.
This is great. I’m a huge fan of Tom Gauld. I love his drawings and he is very funny. Apparently the story ain’t bad either. Tom Gauld site
Pumpkin Eaters
ja your carp is the last surviving spitfire from the battle of atlantis. gawain’s supper caught on a green knight. mine are just baby-boomers, demobbed galicians whose scales fell from their eyes. mine skulk in boilie-bunkers, fox-holes and nutrabait nuthouses; yours do night-school ballistics, shooting out lights and littering their lake bed with burned out [...]
Walking and Marking – The Art Of Richard Long
18 September 2007 // Books //Miscellany
Back in the early ‘90s, just after I’d moved to London, my dad came to town to see a Richard Long retrospective at the Hayward Gallery. Being an impoverished student, I figured if I tagged along, I might get a free lunch or at the very least a few pints out of it. At that [...]
The Wicker Men
dp i used to think your french carp were zeppelins when you held them by the tail and watched them creep back into the water in the beam of a torch. searchlight phantoms. now i know they’re the ghosts of your juggernaut drivers as they cross the country on a cocktail of pastis and pills, [...]
After The Goldrush
ja another hair-triggered memory, another johnny’s jaunt whistling past my ear: romney marsh, royal military. if constable had owned a camera he’d’ve taken that photo. i’d cancel my exile if you lived dyke-side. pike-bung mini-breaks with the smuggler rod on the romney hythe&dymchurch shuttle, revenge a wasted childhood, begging on bleeding knees for my old [...]
Romney Marsh
dp lots of pair of wellies with white socks turned over washed up at dungeness. they walk around by themselves when the moon comes up. you can see the tilley lamps rocking in the breeze. didn’t come straight home, too many roads to tramp. followed the line of the old royal military canal, a tree [...]
