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Wednesday, 11 May 2016

My S(e)X

i climbed astride her
in the dawn’s bright light
gently stroking her into life
caressing her sleek flanks
as I teased her into giving me more
she growled and
sighed with life
now we were moving as never before
gaining speed
gaining stim…
u… la… tion
from our twin beating hearts
going places we had never been
always yearn…
never slow…

we were spent

I wrote the first version of this somewhere around '94 or '95 about someone I was head over heels with. This version is dedicated to that same person who still makes my heart go silly to this day.

Thursday, 17 December 2015

My Words Are Personal II

It's Kismet Honey

You like me,
I like you,
It’s kismet honey.

You want me,
I want you,
It’s kismet honey,

You are single,
I am to,
It’s kismet honey,

Come to me
I’ll come to you,
It’s kismet honey,

We’ll make sweet love,
The whole night through,
It’s kismet honey.

You Take my Heart

You take my heart
You steal my soul
I don’t mind
You eat my life
You are my love
I don’t mind

I’ll take your heart
I’ll steal your soul
Do you mind
I’ll eat your life
You are my love
Do you mind

Bite my Neck Down Deep

Bite my neck down deep
Take me in my deepest sleep
I’ll bite you back if you want me to
You make me quiver through and through

You lick the blood from off my lips
I wind my arms around your hips
Taking me further than before

I feel heat, our bodies sharing
I fell the mood, I feel you’re caring
I feel your hands and I want more
Our shyness falling to the floor

Things start to heat so much more
I try to get and lock the door
And still you bite me more and more

A Wilting Rose

A wilting rose,
A withered tree
It’s all here
For me to see

The beauty of darkness
And despair
We see them each
And everywhere

A forgotten picture
A lover’s kiss
There is just
So much I miss

The beauty of darkness
And despair
We see them each
And everywhere

I Lie Here Aching

I lie here aching
Picturing your flesh
Mere feet away.
Stretching out
Through the night time air
I long to touch
Your silken hair.
So near
And yet so far
I cannot stand it
I'm striding closer
Declaring my troth.
Will you return it?
Or shall I wait

Wednesday, 7 October 2015

My Word are Personal

Recently I have found a release for emotional things that I find difficult to articulate due to having Asperger's Syndrome (A form of autism).  This release has come in the form of poetry.  Below you will find a few of my ramblings, I hope you like them.  As ever comments and criticism is always welcome.

Because of me

I want to see you smile
Because of me
Because of me
I want to hear you laugh
Because of me
Because of me
I want you in ecstasy
Because of me
Because of me
I want to hear you sighing
Because of me
Because of me
Because of me

The Rain

Listening to the rhythm
Of the rain,
Telling me…
Will come again.
The only one I care about,
Is so far away.
Wishing I could hold her now,
And shelter…
From pain.

I Heard Your Crying

I heard your crying on the wind,
Speaking of a broken heart.
I can offer to fill that void,
With pieces of my own.
When you need me,
I will heed your call,
For I know deep in me,
That there’s a place inside you,
Where true love dwells.
What more can I say?
When words won’t make it better?

I Fear for You

I fear for you,
For us,
(For me)
I wait for you,
For us,
(To be)
I yearn for you,
For us,
(You see)

Come Live

Come live in my dreams tonight.
And protect me from my daemons
They’re making my thoughts so black.
Come live in my dreams tonight,
Where we shall light a candle
And drive my darkness back.

Safe from Harm

I’ll hold you when you smile,
I’ll hold you when you cry.
I’ll hold you to keep you warm,
Keep you safe from harm.

I’ll hold you when you’re brave,
I’ll hold you when you fear.
I’ll hold you to keep you warm,
Keep you safe from harm.

The way I feel about you won’t buy a house,
Won’t feed you, nor clothe you;
But it’ll keep you warm,
Keep you safe from harm.

How could it be

How could it be,
You didn’t choose me?
I gave you heart,
My life,
My love,
My everything.
How could it be?
You didn’t choose me.


I sometimes wonder…
Is it to be?
I sometimes wonder…
If I can?
I sometimes wonder…
Do I want to?

But then…
I see your smile.
But then…
You give me hope.
But then…
You make me real.

I am Icarus

I am Odysseus,
And you are my Penelope.
For you I sail the seas,
For you I betray Troy.
When I am with you,
The sea has no call.

I am Hector,
And you my Andromache.
For you I fought Ajax,
For you I escaped Limbo.
When I am with you
Troy still survives.

I am Icarus,
And you are my Sun.
For you I spread my wings,
For you I fly so high.
When I am near you
I soften inside.

I am Odysseus,
I am Hector,
I am Icarus,
You are my myth.

Next Week

I've missed speaking with you today
Flirting with you today.
But next week…
We’ll talk and play

I've missed hugging with you today,
Kissing with you today.
But next week…
We’ll hug and neck

I've missed laughing with you today,
Smiling with you today.
But next week…
We’ll joke and grin

We’ll talk and play
We’ll hug and neck
We’ll joke and grin
Next week,
We begin again.

I Choose You

I choose you,
With ne'er a pause,
Nor a thought.
With ne'er a doubt,
Nor a qualm,
I choose you this day and the next,
In all my forevers
You shall be the one,
To make my heart shine.

Sunday, 25 September 2011

Punked Folk

If like me forty is a distant memory and fifty is still a black cloud on the horizon you'll remember those heady days at the end of the seventies when punk rock was king.  And you should have realised by now that you just can't pogo the night away anymore (boo!).

Well luckily for us that nice man Ade Edmonson has formed a great band called The Bad Shepherds where he and his compatriots have blended those punk anthems with wonderful folk music stylings.  I like it, so should you; here are some Youtube clips of the lads giving it some wellie!

Albums available here:

Thursday, 12 May 2011

First Time Mobile

Well it's been a bloody long time since I posted anything on here so I thought something from my new cell phone would be fun.  In fact I may just do a review of this device, but not today.

Anyway it's been nice talking to you again, don't forget to visit my gaming blog at

Friday, 17 December 2010

Some Books You Must Read

In Skinheads, John King takes us inside skinhead culture today and explains how it never really went away.

Skinheads is the story of a way of life, told through three generations of a family: Terry English, original ska-loving skinhead and boss of a mini-cab firm; Nutty Ray, street-punk skin and active football hooligan; and Lol, son of Terry, nephew of Ray, a fifteen-year-old kid just starting out.

Terry is sick and not sure he’s going to make his fiftieth birthday, but is kept going by his music, his lovely mod-girl assistant Angie, and his discovery of the abandoned Union Jack Club, which he decides to clean up and re-open. Ray, meanwhile, is out driving mini-cabs and struggling to control his anger; his only release — days out with Chelsea’s finest. But when he takes the law into his own hands in an explosion of righteous violence, his future starts to darken.

John King’s seventh novel draws on nearly forty years of evolving British culture. The skinheads didn’t die off: the look went mainstream and their music was accepted and reinvented, while the boys themselves keep misbehaving in the traditional ways. Challenging society’s fears and prejudices, Skinheads shows us a group of truly humane characters driven by passion and honour and the culture they love. This is their story. 

As Trafford Sewell struggles to work through the usual crowds of commuters, he is confronted by the intimidating figure of his priest, full of accusatory questions. Why has Trafford not been streaming his every moment of sexual intimacy onto the community website like everybody else? Does he think he's different or special in some way? Does he have something to hide? Imagine a world where everyone knows everything about everybody. Where what a person "feels" and "truly believes" is protected under the law, while what is rational, even provable, is condemned as heresy. A world where to question ignorance and intolerance is to commit a crime against Faith. Ben Elton’s dark, savagely comic novel imagines a postapocalyptic society where religious intolerance combines with a confessional sex-obsessed, self-centric culture to create a world where nakedness is modesty, ignorance is wisdom, and privacy is a dangerous perversion. A chilling vision of what’s to come, or something rather close to what we call reality?

Meet Dexter Morgan. He's a highly respected lab technician specializing in blood spatter for the Miami Dade Police Department. He's a handsome, though reluctant, ladies' man. He's polite, says all the right things, and rarely calls attention to himself. He's also a sociopathic serial killer whose "Dark Passenger" drives him to commit the occasional dismemberment.

Mind you, Dexter's the good guy in this story.

Adopted at the age of four after an unnamed tragedy left him orphaned, Dexter's learned, with help from his pragmatic policeman father, to channel his "gift," killing only those who deal in death themselves. But when a new serial killer starts working in Miami, staging elaborately grisly scenes that are, to Dexter, an obvious attempt at communication from one monster to another, the eponymous protagonist finds himself at a loss. Should he help his policewoman sister Deborah earn a promotion to the Homicide desk by finding the fiend? Or should he locate this new killer himself, so he can express his admiration for the other's "art?" Or is it possible that psycho Dexter himself, admittedly not the most balanced of fellows, is finally going completely insane and committing these messy crimes himself?

Despite his penchant for vivisection, it's hard not to like Dexter as his coldly logical personality struggles to emulate emotions he doesn't feel and to keep up his appearance as a caring, unremarkable human being. Breakout author Jeff Lindsay's plot is tense and absorbing, but it's the voice of Dexter and his reactions to the other characters that will keep readers glued to Darkly Dreaming Dexter, as well as making it one of the most original and highly recommended serial killer stories in a long time.

This hardcover features the first 12 issues of the hit series along with the covers for the issues in one oversized hardcover volume. Perfect for long time fans, new readers and anyone needing a slightly heavy object with which to fend off the walking dead.

"Wake up, sir. We're here." It's a simple enough opening line--although not many would have guessed back in 1991 that this would lead to one of the most popular and critically acclaimed comics of the second half of the century.

In Preludes and Nocturnes, Neil Gaiman weaves the story of a man interested in capturing the physical manifestation of Death but who instead captures the King of Dreams. By Gaiman's own admission there's a lot in this first collection that is awkward and ungainly--which is not to say there are not frequent moments of greatness here. The chapter "24 Hours" is worth the price of the book alone; it stands as one of the most chilling examples of horror in comics. And let's not underestimate Gaiman's achievement of personifying Death as a perky, overly cheery, cute goth girl! All in all, I greatly prefer the roguish breaking of new ground in this book to the often dull precision of the concluding volumes of the Sandman series.

Thursday, 9 December 2010

Assassin's Creed II - Review


Just as in the original Assassin’s Creed this, the second, outing sees us playing as both bartender and assassin’s descendant Desmond Miles and one of his ancestors, in this case Ezio Auditore de Firenze apprentice assassin and man about town in Renaissance Italy; the game begins where the first instalment ended with Desmond escaping from the Templar run Abstergo Industries with fellow assassin Lucy Stillman.  

We soon move on to the assassin’s hideout where they’ve managed to build a version of the animus machine used in the first game to let Desmond access the memories of his ancestor AltaÏr ibn La-Ahad only now we’re living in Ezio’s Renaissance era Italy.  This first part of the game sets the scene and storyline for the rest of the game as well as reacquainting us with the game’s mechanics and controls.  During this introductory sequence we see the Templars frame Ezio’s family and have them executed.  This leads young Ezio to seek help from his uncle in the mountain stronghold of Monteriggioni where his assassin’s history is revealed to him.  All this leads young Ezio to a life of revenge and destiny to defeat the Templars lead by Rodrigo Borgia, in these goals he is aided by the Medici and  Pazzi families, the Doge of Venice, a young Leonardo da Vinci and Niccolò Machiavelli.


Assassin’s Creed II takes all that is great about the first incarnation (free running) and effectively drops the bad (flag collecting) and down right silly (joining bands of roving scholars to hide); these refinements make for a much smoother game with improved gameplay in the massive world of Renaissance Florence, Venice and Rome along with many other places in Tuscan Italy. 

The mechanics for the free running are much more fluid with your avatar’s movements looking very smooth and a little faster than before.  I think it helps this style of game to use the third person view as a first person or top down view would make for some very awkward jumps.  The stealth part of the game move well away from those designed by Hideo Kojima in the Metal Gear Solid series and therefore appear much more intuitive; if you want to hide in Assassin’s Creed II you simply move into a group of passing citizens or hire a group of courtesans to distract the guards.  

Your interaction with NPCs doesn’t stop here though: you can pickpocket passers by, buy art from galleries, loot the corpses of the dead, buy improved armour and weapons from tailors and blacksmiths and while completing side missions away from the main storyline beat up errant husbands, race cocky young bucks, intercept Templar couriers throw handfuls of coins on the ground to slow pursuit.  It’s these side missions and interactions along with the stunning visuals in the enormous sandbox that Ubisoft have given us to play in that make ACII stand out from other stealth assassin games.

As you move along through the game you are rewarded with buyable upgrades to your equipment and all of it is kept in a beautiful museum styled inventory room in your stronghold of Monteriggioni.  Upgrades to this stronghold earn you the coin to buy these upgrades along with whatever you manage to loot from your victims and get paid for finishing side missions.

As with the original there are many of these side missions all unlocked by climbing to the highest point in any given area, and there are lots in each region, they then show up as icons on your map.  While the main quest line is engaging and the journey to each final assassination is as much if not more fun that that final attack it’s the multitude of side missions and other goals and challenges, like the inevitable collectibles, that made me come back for more.  I particularly liked the, more platform game style, Assassin’s Crypt inside areas where skill and timing on your movement were far more important than your fighting skills.

Onto the weapons and other kit; da Vinci acts as your private armourer supplying Ezio with a variety of weapons such as the miniature, six-shot pistol and a working version of his famous glider design.  In the games mechanics and physics the new weapons and kit fit in very well with nothing appearing out of place or too fantastical.

In the Xbox 360 version I played the achievements were mostly easy to get through general gameplay though some of the side mission related ones and the feather collecting especially took a little extra time though I must admit much of that time was either spent free running through the various cities and just gazing at the stunning views from the top of some very vertigo inducing buildings.

Assassin’s Creed II has many things to recommend, the visuals are stunning, the free running is amazing and the side missions and main quest line are engaging. The character of Ezio is much better realised than AltaÏr was in the previous instalment.  The player feels that Ezio actually has more going for him than simple  membership of a shadowy organisation and as such has a life outside of the events told in the game.

Unfortunately  there are a few downsides to this game too.  Sometimes the camera angle doesn’t help while free running and you will without doubt take far more damage falling from high buildings than you will ever take from NPC guardsmen.  While I’m talking about guardsmen, and by extension combat, some of the combo and reaction moves in combat seemed to need split second timing which I felt was a touch unfair on the older (and slower) gamer or those with a little less skill.

To conclude I would happily recommend Assassin’s Creed II to a friend, even one I wanted to keep, which leads me onto the ratings.


·         Story               9/10
·         Visuals           10/10
·         Gameplay      910
·         Overall           9.5/10