Thursday, October 31, 2013

The eleventh month.

November has begun here on the beach, and I don't believe I'll be moving too far away from it this month.  Halo's Eve over for another year, bores the shite out of me. Now for the debauchery that All Halo's Day brings.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Happy birthday

Happy birthday to my beautiful youngest son, ten years old today. I love and miss you.

Wednesday, October 09, 2013

No apology needed

Hong Kong 'journalists' embarass themselves at economic forum and get thrown out for shouting at Phillipine president. Over a criminal act commited by one man 3 years ago. They then stupidly get supporters to demonstrate outside Indonesian and Phillipine consulates. They also ask why Chief Executive is smiling at the economic forum, CY Leung needs to get some balls and tell these idiots they embarrassed Hong Kong, and why shouldn't he smile at a meeting of world leaders. The hostage issue is over and attempts to bully the Phillipines and now Indonesian governments are useless.Thousands of domestic helpers  are mistreated in Hong Kong every day. How about an apology for their treatment?

http://www.thestandard.com.hk/news_detail.asp?pp_cat=30&art_id=138322&sid=40580145&con_type=1

Friday, October 04, 2013

Odd

Does seem odd when I think about it. 2am and I am sat quite happily on my own private beach as I have been for the last 3 hours, and countless nights before. I see stars, i hear and see the waves rolling in, it is 26c, I looked round at the big electronic sign to check. I have my tunes on full blast on the boom box, a fag and a beer. And of course my internet connection to the rest of humanity. This is my living room, even when home I sit outside unless I am in bed sleeping. I spent last winter cocooned inside a box in England, never ever ever ever again. I can't handle it, that is a solid immovable truth. The solitude of the deserted beach has its dangers, e-mails, texts, and once in a blue moon a phone call will find me, a quarrel, disturbing news, the end of a relationship, still find their way here mostly, some of them ephemeral passing in the night, as do my thoughts, others more substantial. The demons come and go, what starts out as a jolly on the beach can in a moment turn into a heart tearing struggle for calm and composure after another vitriolic message from the ether. But this is my motherfucking living room, and here I shall motherfucking stay, riding out the waves, real, metaphorically or imaginary. Odd.