The Coffee Spoon Addendum

I can lay no claim to good driving, but I know it when I see it.

Maybe we can't control where our thoughts come from and what shape they take when they get here.

Normally I'd write an accompanying blog post to every story I put up on here, but if you've been keeping tabs (please say that you have. It'd make my day) you'll have noticed there's nothing for 'A Different Kind of Madness', which has been up here for a couple of weeks.  read more »

The postman used to arrive once a day, but now he arrives constantly. Every minute of every day, always by the door, always lifting up the small handle of the letterbox. From his never-ending knapsack he is always pulling out a bundle of letters to read. At least, I imagine this is how it works. Actually, nobody has ever seen him. Having a postman always nearby can be exhilarating.  read more »

I had the house to myself that night. Said house contained wine, music, couches and slippers. If there'd been an easily infatuated brunette around it would have been perfect.

Well, having reached the other side of yet another weekend, I now have a new message in my mobile phone's inbox. A new message featuring only the name of a famous comedic character, followed by an exclamation mark. I figure I should explain that. Just in case I ever come across that again and do a double-take.  read more »

I stand at the bar, and wait. I let others through, always smiling, always affable. No, you were here first, I lie. I know what I want. I wait until I get the right bar girl, the one who always gives me cheap drinks. No, you were here first, I lie again. I throw around a deceitful smile, and hold my fire.  read more »

"I apologise if my wearing a hat impinges on your evening."

Time to see who's put on weight and who's got committment issues.

I dreamt about you last night.

I was at a funeral. I don't know whose funeral it was -
Nobody in my family, because it wasn't
Set in a small shed in a cemetery and
the gathered crowd was speaking only English.
I think it was set in my parents' old house,
from long ago,
but if that's the case,
then all the furniture had changed.  read more »