Monday, December 17, 2012

IPYPIASM!!! (Well, nearly)



I've come to it all a bit late this year (- but you know, I always do...)

And really, this post is a tad premature... I haven't, as yet, put a poem in a shop. The main reason I haven't is because I have failed to write a poem. I have tried a good few times. Nowt.

I worry that along with killing off the h. pylori bacteria that was causing my stomach ulcer, my cocktail of drugs also killed off my writing mojo!! Who knew I kept it in my tummy! Though, seeing as all the best poetry comes from your gut, so maybe I should have realised...

What to do? I suspect I need some l. casei poetritas. Good writing bacteria.

I'm off to the library to drink me in some pro-biographies, some Reader bifidus digestivum, replenish my depleted muse.

Alright, enough, I go before Martine McCutcheon turns up and starts talking shite...


  1. Genius. That's all.

    Apart from bloody get on and do one. Your country needs you.

  2. taking or talking!

    Your country does need you as Titus says... cos it sure can't be depending on me. least you're blogging.

  3. I have two poems. They're not quite printed out yet. But I'm off to the shops in the morning, so they're coming with me!!