A wonderful bird is the Vertigo
Its head goes where its toes should go.
So if it is swollen
We could take it bowling.
For it goes where no other birds go.
A wonderful bird is the Vertigo
Its head goes where its toes should go.
So if it is swollen
We could take it bowling.
For it goes where no other birds go.
I do not like this word onomastics.
Just like I don’t drink tea from plastic
But brandy or gin,
Just pour it straight in,
As my stomach is very elastic.
To be perfectly frank I don’t drink,
As after one glass I turn pink.
Then men want a kiss
Which for them may be bliss.
Until I drench them all o’er with black ink.
Gin makes me lose my inhibitions.
Which leads later to my act of contrition.
To avoid the occasion
Of sin when we’re able
Is a doctrine I espouse sans derision.
Yes,I do know yet non comprendio,
A few words of Latin and so
I toss nunquam in
When there is a great din.
Excusez moi,I have to go.
Yes, up to the bathroom I fled
For I had an odd pain in my head.
I poured some hot tea
All over me.
Now I have arisen from the dead.
I hope that I do not blaspheme
When I free associate well in these dreams.
I am as innocent as a lamb
Which is not what I am.
But who knows what I might have been?
Onomastics,I’ll say it again.
It’s a word far more suited to men.
As they like to sound grand
When they tickle me with one hand.
I can guess what they might like right then.
I sent a synopsis of all my poems
To editors and critics and the learned.
I took one word from every line and verse
But after seeing this my work was spurned
I guess it was post modern to the nth;
And that philosophy has been and gone.
For what will follow after is not known,
Except in the unconscious of old men.
Fascistic were the traits of narrative.
Undecipherable meanings were adored
The author had no rights on their own work.
The famous might have been the Risen Lord
.Synopses of our poetry and sonnets
Will do much better if they are more comic
Why your vagina shrinks at menopause and what you can do about it [Don’t ask ]
How to handle things.[what sort o?}
Why or how your finger length reveals your gender [Surely easier just to look at the bosom/ chest?}
Which microwave to buy [Making unstated assumptions;some of us either have none or may have stolen one]
Why you need both metal and silicon whisks [I thought it was breasts just for a moment; now there’s an idea]
Why you need to keep lots of frozen pasta in your kitchen [Try turning off the radiator first and checking the ovens]
Which six cookery books are the best? [Look up restaurants on your smartphone instead] I wonder how many this person has checked.I find ones written for catering colleges are better and cheaper.
Why you should never take a bath [I find a handbag is quite sufficient].
How to entertain at home. [Fall out of bed?]
How to keep your husband happy [Freeze him?]
Why you should never forget your wedding anniversary [Am I married?]
How to have the best number of children[ Yes, it’s all under our total control]
How to keep your teeth super clean [Stop eating and die?]
Are you bored of sex? [No,I’m bored of London]
How to cure loneliness. [Buy a microwave and some cookery books]
How to get your bounce back [Buy a dunlopillo mattress?]
Should you take vitamins? [Where to?]
How many posts can any blogger write
Before they go raving mad?
How many posts can a blogger invent
Before they get far too sad?
The answer my friends
We’re all round the bend.
The answer’s we’re all round the bend
How many rhymes can a poet invent
Before they progress to free verse?’
How many rhymes can a poet invent
When the rhymes are getting worse and worse?
The answer is plain,
It’s a million quatrains
The answer’s a trillion thought trains
Mary was getting dressed on a wet October morning.The cycling shorts she had never worn alone made a warm extra layer under her green cotton trousers.On top she wore a red tunic and also some green plastic earrings.
She saw Annie who had just rung the door bell
My goodness,Mary,you look different.Where on earth did you get those earrings? she said enviously
I made them, myself out of the littlrr tops of those plastic milk containers from the supermarket.
I say,you’re not that poor are you?Anne asked her kindly
It’s not what is real,it’s how you feel,Mary replied poetically as she sometimes enjoyed a bit of fun and teasing a friend gently.
No,said Annie it’s It’s not what you feel,it’s what is real.
And how do we know what is real?Mary asked her with deep curiosity her eyes glowing in a deep shade of teal blue.
Well,I know you had a reasonably good job so you must have more than just your state pension.You may be giving more than a tithe to Charity.Is that wise?
No,Mary cried,but I want to…I like to do it.
Oh,dear,Annie said.By the way you will need a coat,it’s much colder.I hope you’ve not given all your coats to Oxfam like Stan once did with his shoes.
Thanks,Mary smiled with her voice.I still have twenty two coats of all colours,A bit like Joseph in the Bible.
At the bus stop Mary met Tom who lived round the corner in a semi detached villa with a an extension,conservatory and downstairs shower room.He had fallen over again and bruised his face but still looked quite handsome with his dark hair and Irish eyes.
Maybe you need to pick up your feet more,Mary whispered to him .What a strange expression that is,.I wonder who invented it.It’s amazing how wise our ancestors were.They invented writing and cooking and philosophy.We are going backwards.
Thus Mary passed her day,talking to friends and musing on the meaning of words and sentences. and making herself jewellery from mundane objects she noticed on her walks.Not to mention cleaning the loo and putting all her old Xmas cards into bags for recycling.
Since from the natural numbers 1,2,3,4,…… we can get to the strange transcendental numbers pi and e and the fact that there are different orders of infinity does that prove God exists,she asked Tom plaintively.Well,not prove,but suggest.
I don’t know what you are on about,honey,he responded.Nobody ever saw pi in a burning bush although I have seen pies burn in a halogen oven more than twice
That is a totally different order of reality,she told him sweetly.
Wow,Mary, many men don’t like extremely clever women you know.
Which men are those ? she asked wonderingly, as her peaches and cream complexion glowed with health.
I suppose I don’t mind myself,he said,.it’s possibly because men need to feel superior otherwise they lose their confidence. and then they are in big troubleBut what about women’s confidence Tom reflected further.
Maybe women don’t need confidence so desperately much,Mary sighed.They looked at each other and smiled.The sun came out and the trees were glowing in red and gold as the bus came down the hill looking like some chariot from a myth as the sun hit the windows at an obtuse angle.
I used to have some sheepskin mittens years ago and as I do have cold hands I wondered whether to buy another pai,
They came in three sizes and next to that was a box that you click on to check the sizes.The only problem was that the measurements it gave were for bras
!I don’t know if there is any correlation between the size of lady’s bosom and her hand size.If there is I have never hears it mentioned.So no doubt I shall wait until I feel ok to go shopping in a real shop.
I’ve got emotional claustrophobia and I love to be alone again
I’ve got emotional claustrophobia and I want no more to do with men
I prefer to be with cats and trees;listening to wild honey bees.
So keep clear and don’t sit on my knees; and never kiss me or I’ll sneeze.
I’ve got emotional claustrophobia ,I need much tougher boundaries
So please don’t call on me for tea.I shan’t let you in,you see.
I like dear people very much; but never use me as a crutch.
I prefer to idle near a tree;people are too much for me.
I prefer to see you from afar and learn from my own radar.
I’ve got emotional claustrophobia and severe psychic pneumonia
So come to visit me,one day.But keep the silence for I pray.
I’ll give you cakes and Ceylon tea,as long as you don’t question me.
I’ll fry your bacon,boil your eggs but never show me both your legs.r
And if you want to make sweet love,you must wear a silken glove.
Whisper nothing in my ear and that may just avert my fear.
I must be married first of course so then I’ll have a quick divorce.
Don’t lean on me for I’m not strong and I cannot keep upright long
But you have legs yourself ,you know.So use your own and they will grow
Boundaries are useful too,as keeping clear saves catching flu.
But if you’re lonely use a phone;don’t phone me or I will moan
I now swear and curse a lot;if you see me,don’t forget!

Oh how I long,I long to meet with you
Beside the lilac filled with honey dew.
I’d hold you gently in my arms and say
You are me and I’m in love today.
Where is the wickedness in l oving all our self?
Even in the night and when it’s done with stealth?
I dream, I speak and understand myself
Enriched forever with this new and precious wealth
And then I’ll love my neighbour if he’s very kind
And if he has a free and open mind.
For if we love ourselves we are relaxed
And so we need to make no cold attacks.
was in fragments lying on the ground
Until these bits a passing angel found
I was put into a kiln to bake
Thus now I am a brick or maybe a sponge-cake.
Let’s enjoy our humour as we come and go
And as the laughter starts yet tears may flow.
For I was you and you were me not long ago
Accept our losses as we onward flow…
The river runs,the clouds blow by
The heavens open yet my mouth is dry.
Don’t ask a question that begins with why.
Remember just we live and then we die.
Oh,send me roses and your orchids wild
I have loved flowers since I was a child
So when I die, let them die too
First covering me in scent and fragrant dew.
To mystery and darkness we are sent at last
As nightfall comes and our day has passed.
To dreams of heaven and the long ago
When Eden was on earth and gentle winds did blow
Freud wrote a book called Moses and Monotheism during the transition he was forced to make to the UK from Vienna owing to fear of Nazi arrest and its consequences.His four sisters all died in those Concentration Camps.In this book he apparently suggests that Moses was Egyptian.Edward Said has also written a book about Moses.Some people say he was a ruler in Egypt who had to leave for political reasons….He was obviously very talented.
Moses was an Eruption I hear.So he had to be kept warm in a basket.
Then Foureyes daughter let him gloat down on the River Nile…till a bull rushed him
Then he turned into a shrew and found God.. or God found him
But God would not let him find Galilee so he found Emilee ,Loelee and Phoeebilee linstead.
He had many children such as Matthew,Hark,Look and Gone.They were all men and had more children with no wives.They didn’t have any women so who did Cain and Abel marry?Eve?
Is this what Freud never realized… men used to marry their mothers and later their daughters who were also their sisters,Crikey,what a blunder
Blimey what is this Bible?Libel?
As we were taught in school Daniel lived with a lion and a lamb.I’m unsure if they had children…. it might explain a lot if they did.
And finally Solomon was very wise.It was easier then when there was no judge or jury to stop him cutting a baby in two… well, he was just pretending.
I say,the Shrews were very shrewd and clever.Like who told Adam and Eve what to do before Masters and Johnson wrote that book.. the Human Textual despondency?
In any case Adam could not read.In fact they didn’t write either.And to think children here can write so young.Adam and Eve were a bit lacking but they have lots of family
Everybody on Earth… pity they are dead and can’t see us though Goodness knows they’d be shocked if they saw our behaviour with our family
I have to iron my husband tonight.I have to feed the pig as well.
I am washing the cat’s hair plus the other 9 cats all; need hair conditioner washing out before bed.
The television needs a new licence and so does my husband
The dog’s grave needs weeding and who am I to deny it?
I am dead now.Please phone in 3 days or so. then call Dad.
I rue the day I set eyes on your face.I should have used aspic jelly
i only answer the phone on Wednesdiays
i don’t talke cold calls
The bank manger is here
The washing machine is broken and I need money urgently.Send a cheque


Stan and his sweet blonde girlfriend Anne were studying government data on inflation.He wanted to give a lecture for senior citizens.
Why are you wearing those smart wool trousers and black tights,darling? he enquired kindly.
Well,it’s the the fashion dear heart, and more modest than a mini skirt for if I bend over I’m protected.Her answer seemed ludicrous With her sweet bosom,hips and tight clothing it was hard for Anne to give any semblance of modesty.
Wouldn’t a maxi skirt be modest?I saw some in Marks last week.I bought one for Mary
Do you often buy her clothes? Annie asked with surprise.
She used to do it once …. but she stopped because she’s hopeless at dressing.She’go out in pyjamas left to herself
Well,silk jim jams are the summer fashion this year.
Can I have some,please? miaowed the cat,Emily.
You already have some silk nightgowns… four!
Do you really buy nightgowns for the cat?asked Anne incredulously
Well she sleeps with me now you know,as I like to hear someone breathing at night.Mary is downstairs studying algebra.She only needs three hours sleep.And she has no interest in loving me.It’s a puzzle how she bore our two daughters Lyra and Desiree.She says she found them under a gooseberry bush, but they look very like Bill Clinton.
Was Bill fond of gooseberry bushes too?They have big thorns.
He would not let a few thorns put him off…he’s a very tough man.
What about goats’ horns.. would they put him off? Or Matterhorns?
Let’s get back to statistics,my beloved,Stan murmured foolishly
I’ll just boil the kettle,my lambkin
I prefer boiling water for coffee.
Stan was famed for his wacky sense of humor………….amongst the friends of theirs who all taught maths or played cricket for England.Annie walked away looking charming in her black wool city shorts with shiny patent leather boots.Her chest distracted him as she wore only a yellow vest.
Have you not got a cardigan ,darling,he whispered shyly.
No,the moths ate it but I’m going shopping later she muttered
.I hope you’ll wear a coat.You might catch a chill,he said anxiously
Fret not,,I’ll drive down.Annie screamed
.You are 55 now you know…you are not a girl.Modesty is a wise trait for mature ladies. Modesty………I gave that up years ago.I dress how I feel.
Well,you make me want a feel.Suddenly the leg fell of his chair and it collapsed tossing him onto the floor,As he lay there he muttered sarcastically,
I blame those trousers of yours! Call 999.
She tore off her trousers to reveal some black silky lace flowered underwear
Is that better? she enquired chastely .
I suggest you get tested forAsperger’s syndrome,he shouted.
I have enough trouble with Tourette’s she whispered tenderly.It makes me say bad words…………..
I’ve never heard you.What sort of words?
Like, “Be off,you silly twit.”
That sounds funny to me.he responded sweetly.
Can you tell me some more bad words?
No I can’t,you dolt!
Why not,my angel?
Well,isn’t this a family friendly web site?
Nowadays,what does family mean?Two ladies who love one another and their child fathered by the cat.
I never knew it was the cat.I’ve often wondered about that.Emily purred happily as she was hoping to have kittens soon with her boyfriend Emile who was in the garden.
Look it’s tea time.I hear Mary ‘s bike.Get up off the floor and get a hammer I can mend that chair.
Wow,you are so clever……we men are unneeded now! Stan informed her ironically.
Don’t be silly.I love you,the dearest.Thanks you so much…it’s good to hear those sweet words. meant I want the dearest maxi skirt as a reward,she said saucily.
Women,Stan thought wryly. Can’t live with them;can’t live without them.Go and put on your nightdress Emily.Warm up the bed.I’m having an early night.
Quick,get up.Mary is here.she’ll imagine the worst if she sees you on the floor.She’ll think you are ill!
No,I know what you do on that rug,you little minx! t was Mary who had crept in in her bare feet.Look at you,no shoes!How vulgar.You look like a fraction!
Better than looking like a decimal!
Now,said Stan,have a cup of tea and then we can have a sit down on the rug and study algebra and geometry.
What a nice man he is!Why is Annie so keen on decimals see my next instalment… when I pay it!
To see or not to see:what’s true perception?
He darned the slights away.
Freud wrote a ballad. about repression but it was denied expresssion
Freud wrote a ballet about self-reception.
If you suffer from lack of self reception get a new ariel from Judah
I met a logarithym once.How do you spoil that?
He had an algorithm round his neck for years.
A sparking blog never incites,fights nor blights
Hark the blogger’s rage is flung; send someone to buy his dung.
Vehement words put off the birds
Hark the bloggers page is wrong;when he washed he never wrung
Dolly put the skittle on and threw his balls at it.
Little red riding hugs.
Sin for ever,pest.Get thee to a flummery.
Did he shame her blind embrace?
A word in the sand gives birth to an evaporating blog
A word in the sand would do better on a tablet
A rat may look at a hyper-link
The flat may look at the swell endowed with rumours.
An eye is only as wide as its tweaker’s blink
A phish is as good as a hypermeal to a mad monk.
A blog is man’s new trend in reads
A blog is a man’s views by his misdeeds
A frowning man will pinch your gewgaws and your donkey
Phising all day trashes your mind
Recycling bins empty the blung
A rule which is funny is soon enchanting
A trend in feeds is a blend of needs
A wholesale drag can download many wiles
A wholesale drug can unload many trials
A wood in spring makes the gods descend
A friend by deed never flees.
Hearing voices enhances our choices.
The angel of wrath has cornered him; sprinkled on some wine and gin.
He could have winked all night; he had an eeery site
He could have sunk on slights.
He could have sulked for his rights but who would interpret his wryness?
He sent me to hollow trees for energy.
He asked me to wallow in his hyper-loving arms.But I never swallowed his words whole.
He never rang at night even when he was right here.
He never clings too tight when the full moonis bright
Send me a code to break at your gate… and call uopon my whole with your new mouse
We three flings have got a big grudge.We al want some real Cornish fudge.
Confess your sins and repent at your pleasure
Penance is for the true;is that you?
Forever flung,his rights.;he felt guilt but no fright.
End it now and save me rhymes.
Dancing eyes attract men of note
Who often grand music have wrote,
If you don’t like my tenses
Pay my expenses
Just look deeper into whatever I’ve quote.
Fortune may favour the brave
But Red Indians are asleep in their graves.
These pat cute expressionss
No doubt have their lessons;
But in the main, life is how we behave.
What we pay attention to grows.
Whilst our other seeds lie here unsown.
The evil tree towers,
Over the bankers ill powers.
It’s a haven for vultures and crows.
Let us examine our gifts.
The race is not all to the swift.
We each have our talents
With patience to balance
Each life is an art made with craft
He said,iamb not myself today
You seemed unaware,
The anapest will soon come in
You seem not to care.
The trochee sang
The dactyls rang
Fry gave them a glare.
For spondee-licious he was not
Neither here nor there;
He said again,iamb he you seek
Here and everywhere.
A pyrrhic victory for rules
Slang for souls with flair.
Iamb,iamb,iamb,iamb
Ic pentameters dare






As the new day dawned,Peter Fried.. that infamous psychoanalyst woke upto find himself in the washing machine yet again.He unwound himselfand crawled out.On the table was a note.
Dear Peter,
I washed up..hope you had a good night in the washing machine.Speak to you soon…Best wishes,Susan.
He moaned loudly at the prospect.Perhaps staying in Hampstead would have been better but he felt an obligation to spread his new therapeutic methods to the less civilized parts of Britain… such as Knittingham.But he had already met the most peculiar people who had caught him on their pan and would soon be eating him for dinner.
He looked out at the street… but there peeering into the window was Emile. the well loved cat
For,God’s sake Emile… why are you back here,he whispered.
I’d like to finish off your curry,Peter.
How kind of you.. please come in.
When Emile came in he jumped onto the couch.
You can’t eat it there,Emile,Peter said politely.
Well.. the truth is..I think I need therapy.Is it very expensive for cats?
I don’t recall anyone having treated a cat before.
This could make you famous,Peter.
Well,why do you think you need therapy?
I am suffering from a severe case of unfulfilled love.
You have problems with your lady cat friend?
No, no… the problem is I am in love with Susan.I dream of her every night.
And what are you doing in the dream?
What would you be doing,Peter..
I’m afraid the analyst must not reveal themselves,the cunning man responded rapidly as he blushed shyly.
And my second and more serious problem is that I am afraid I may be bisexual…I love you now as well as her.Is there any hope that i can return from neurosis to just the normal unhappiness of life?
Well, for a start I’d stop reading Freud..And let me ask Stan whether he is willing to pay for therapy.
Is it very expensive? asked the cast pensively
I let you use my washing machine free but he must pay for the soap powder.
What, are you going to give me washing machine therapy.
Well,it may be the best for you as the mud you lick from your fur may be affecting your brain.
Any other type of therapy?
Well, we might try Mindfulness or Meta-cognitive therapy.
That sounds very complicated.
Well,apart from that,you can keep busy , avoid coming here and don’t touch my best suit…
But can’t you write a paper like Freud wrote about the Wolf Man? Emile enquired with a strange enchanting charm
Wow,Emile you are very clever but alas that does not make people happy as you are a mere cat.It causes envy in their souls.So just mew now and then and purr and soon you will find a lady cat to love,I feel sure.You must not free associate as we now know Freud was mistranslated and he meant, Fee Negotiate.That means fight over the money you pay.I am not happy as money is the root of much evil especially when it is stolen from the poor to give to a witch or a wizard living in West Finnisterre or Doggerell.
And good night to you all and may God bless you all, some more than others
Hello Everyone
I thought we should join in this round robin idea this year
What a fantastic year it has been for me personally.I’ve averaged 100 viewers a day on my blog… in fact I now have three blogs counting the ones on “Living happily with paranoia and the measles ” and “Eff off i’m writing my dreck and other crap poetry”
I’m not surprised as my poetry and art is well above what most human beingss can achieve,but then I do have an IQ of 200.6731 and an eye for colour and form.In short I am a genius as you have already notiiced.
I have readers in Japan and Russia and even in the Ukraine… perhaps whilst they are shooting aieoplanes down.I’ve had readers in Jordan and Israel but so far Gaza has eluded me possibly the Wi Fi is shot just now but I hope they soon begin following my blog.. and that the Israel intelligence are not following me or it or anyone of you as they are very adroit with new technology
This writing has been so good for me during all the crises and we have also managed a surprising feat by both getting cancer at exactly the same time.And not to be outdone by me having a rare type of angina,my spouse has now got congestive heart failure which is not as yet quite total but who knows? That gives a certain frisson to life.
We have experienced the wonders of our two local hospitals biopsies,surgery, haemorages,plastic surgery, and I really won the prize when i had 22 injections of local anaesthetic under my left eye without screaming.. I hummed instead.They say many folk refuse to have it but I had no idea.And it was not as bad as the emotional suffering by a long walk.
I had often wondered what boxers felt like after a match and I now feel it ought to be totally banned.
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The adventures of the prick [Thanks,doctor]
“ Prick me again,my darling.I love you whatever you do,
My bottom is numb and you sprained my thumb.
But what hurts is that you called me Sue.”
The surgeon is very good and plays
“Bridge Over Troubled Waters” as he works.Plus he spoke to me every five minutes to keep my brain going and my heart strong.Undeterred by all these episodes we decided it might be best to get divorced in October but ,having caught flu, broncitis.sinusitis and a severe UTI we are still together though what we are is not quite what it was,if you see what I scheme.We also now have rats.So far they are still wild but am hoping to tame them and give them a new home as my husband is afraid of getting too attached to a cat.I just hope the rats don’t want sit in my knee as we watch Foyle’s War and old films after supper.Will they need cutlery I wonder?
Somehow we have kept going yet are wondering if a double leap off Beachy Head might have been less painful and would have saved the NHS a lot of money and cut down the number of old folk in Britain as we are told daily what a pest we are….. just like the rats in a sense.
I had to drop the art class but here is a drawing I did when there.
Unfortunately owing to my auto-immune disorder I have never borne any fully mature fruit,however judging by other people’s round robins it appears to be a good thing.There seem few contented families in the UK.It makes me wonder where we all went wrong being so happy in our simple lives fifty years ago playing with the tar between the cobbles in the road ,skippint rope and catching frogs.
If our relatives are working they are stressed out and tortured and if unemployed they are despised and ignored.. If they have children then they have to teach them to write and read by 3 months and they must at Uni by the age of two.
If they have none they are wondering whether to use artificial means and in general mostly they wonder if life is worth living with no family ot whether to become transformed into another as yet unknown gender and demand the right to marry and adopt.
With sadness we look at our beautiful world and wonder if Eve should have chosen a pear for her first meal instead of that damned apple.Snakes alive
And for those who harp on about family values,I say
Were Adam and Eve married?
And who did their children marry?
So we are all illegitimate descendants of incestuous matings.
Maybe that is the reason for the state of the world.
Well,we have not built an extension,had a new oven or car
Though I did buy a new millk pan and a satchel in which to carry my new touchscreen chrome book
And an android phablet too… I admit it was Black Friday that tempted me.
We have no cloakroom or ensuite and we have not fixed the shower
We have not converted our loft or built a gazebo in the garden
We have taken no holidays nor even a one night break
so i am sorry to have to say I have nothing more to add to my newsletter
Just to say,2015 will probably be much the same blend of joy and woe as each year is.
But hope for all of you the joy will be the bigger part.
With much love,Katherine and John

Do you come here often?
Only when it’s not in my own house.
How often is that?
Five times a week.
Oh,you’re in therapy?
Aren’t you?
No,I’m the therapist!
I don’t recognize your face!
Well..I’m always crouching behind the sofa.
Oh,yes,so you are.Why is that?
It’s my training.We have to hover evenly.
When I finish my therapy,shall I be able to hover too?
Not necessarily,but you’ll be able to hoover.
But it could be years.
I know.It’s tough.
But my wife has asthma.
Does she want therapy?
No,she just needs the house hoovering daily.
Well,it will take time but we’ll get there.
I have an idea!
What is it?
I could lie on the sofa and you could pop into my house and hoover it!
Oh,no.I don’t think so!
But you can do an awful lot in fifty minutes.
But I don’t know how to use a hoover!
Well,why not enter into further therapy to overcome your disability?
I don’t think my wife would like it.
Why not?
I always get a very strong transference.
Have therapy with a hoover.The transference could be useful.You could earn more money cleaning!
Mm.Excuse me I think I can see a vacuum over by the door.See you tomorrow.Well,you won’t see me but you’ll hear me.
That’s a little unfriendly.
Well.nature abhors a vacuum.
I quite like them.I’m a vacuum flask salesman.
Really?Ten years in therapy and it never came up.
Well,I’m still enmeshed with my mother.
She’ll leave a vacuum when her image goes.
True enough.
Don’t be too hasty to fill it.
Why not?.
Wait to see how your unconscious feels.
That will be hard to tell as it’s unconscious!
Unconscious,subconscious,conscientious.
Am I too un-conscientious?
No,you are very scrupulous.
That’s a relief!
Why?
Only the best people get scruples.
How do you know that?
My unconscious tells me!


I loved her for her dark blue eyes,
And her Le Creuset pot.
I loved her though she was naive,
As she was very hot.
I loved her curly golden hair.
I loved her home made jam.
But most of all,I loved her brain
And how she dealt with spam.
I loved to lick her bright pink lips
I loved to bite her ear.
But most of all,her innocence,
Which made me pull her near.
I liked to lick her cheeks as well
I liked to touch her hair.
But it proved slightly difficult
For she was rarely here.
I looked at all her photographs,
I looked at all her posts.
She has twenty boyfriends now,
Whom does she love the most?
I loved her breakfast coffee pot,
I loved her tea as well.
She fed me on her buttered toast,
The rest I shall not tell
I was happy,I was sad.
Whatever should I do?
She has run off with a tramp
She met in London Zoo!
She sent me a love letter once,
And now she sends a card
I wish that she’d leave me alone
Jealousy’s so hard.
My heart has got the cramps in it,,
I’m sitting in the bath.
The water is as black as coal,
And I’m still filled with wrath,

Two whole worlds.
One small cut.
One little chink.
Hard to find.
Very,very hard.
One small place
Where a very little cat
Could slip right through
The geometrician ‘s cut.
Cat could slip right through.
Just,slip straight through.
Joining it’s own reflection
On the opposite side.
The mirror’s other side.
And if I caught that tail,
If I caught her little tail,
She could pull me through,
She could pull me through,
So she and I too
We’d be on the other side,
The wrong way round,
On the opposite side.
So when you looked in,
If you looked in,
You would see me there,
Looking out at you,
From the opposite side.
From the opposite side.
And the cat beside
Looking very small,
Very,very small;
But very,very real.
How do you think you’d feel,
If I was looking out,
Staring at you
From the opposite side?
I can’t get back.
I can’t find Riemann’s cat
and without that pussy cat
I can’t find Riemann’s cut.
I think I’m in a trap.
I cannot find that cat.
So she can’t find the cut
To get me back,
She can’t bring me back
To where I was before.
Oh,how queer,
To have two of me in here.
I hope I’ll get on well
With my other self,
Behind the looking glass.
No one looking in,
But two are staring out.
From that other world.
I am looking out,
I’m looking out
To see if you are there.
One of you’s with me
That makes the total three.
Oh,dear me,
I should not have grabbed
Little pussy’s tail.
I didn’t really know
Where she meant to go.
“Where have you been?
Where do you think you’ve been
To get so filthy black,
And where’s your pussy cat?”
She never came back.
Never came back
From the opposite side.
Mammy thought I’d lied.
I don’t tell lies,
But I can see my cat
Staring out at me.
Staring out at me
From the other side.
From the opposite side
Of my looking glass.
My lovely looking glass
Has trapped my tiny cat
On the opposite side.
On the opposite side
On the other side
Peter Fried,the Bionic psychoanalyst ,who had recently arrived in the fine midland town of Knittingham, had noticed that whilst he was practising “free floating attention” with his patients an image of a cat peering in the window behind the couch was troubling him.He hoped it was not some hallucination transferred from the Unconscious of one of his patients into his consciousness.
Still,having a black cat looking in the window was by no means the most unpleasant optical illusion he had ever suffered.In a way,it was quite sweet.
He was back in his “home” flat boiling some eggs for his supper when the doorbell rang.He opened it cautiously with a sort of excitement. mixed in.There stood a strikingly attractive woman wearing a purple coat and a red hat with matching red ballet flats and a bright green designer handbag from TKMaxx.[£29.99 and well worth it]
Hello,I thought I’d introduce myself,I live across the street next door to Stan and Mary..my name is Anne..How are you settling in?
She walked confidently through his flat and into the new dark teak kitchen with its gleaming work surfaces and marble pastry rolling strip…. though Peter never made pastry himself.
Eggs!Are you a curry lover?By pure chance and serendipity I have a tin of vindaloo sauce here.I could pour it over these eggs.
Should we not remove the shells first?Peter asked with a just hint of humour.
Definitely,leave it to me.I’ve brought some naan bread and some brown rice too
How did you know I was boiling six eggs?Why Emile told me,of course!
Emile….is he black?
Some people call him black,others say he’s mixed race.
Let’s not argue about semantics or political correctness,he replied discourteously.
I don’t even know what semantics, are she screeched softly into his left ear.
Well,that is no barrier to arguing about them,he replied diplomatically.
Well,it’s senseless, she answered kindly.”I am not a person who enjoys an argument.Go and sit down,read the paper and I’ll finish preparing the curry dinner.
Is it common around here to have an unknown woman come in to cook your dinner?Peter asked Anne.
No,it’s the height of sophistication,she said judiciously.It’s just with you being new I wanted to meet you to see if you need any assistance in your work.I don’t need money,I like to serve the community in some way.Of course I am Stan’s mistress but as he’s in a bad temper today I’ve not seen him.I suspect he is growing tired of me.
Are you married,Peter asked her.
No,but I was once.My husband ran off with his brother’s wife,so we decided to pretend they were both dead.
That’s intriguing,said Peter,I am married but my wife developed an allergy to my skin.She could not bear to touch it so it became awkward… very awkward.
Fancy, and you a therapist too,she murmured softly,So where is she now?
Oh, she lives on the Isle of Man,near Peel.I do go to see her now and then… and there are lovely sunsets over there… you can see the Mountains of Mourne.
Are you lonely, she asked him very emotionally.
No,I see seven patients a day..
But that’s not the same as having a wife or a friend.
Since my wife’s allergy,I am afraid to touch another woman.
How sad,cried Anne…I have very thick skin.Would you like to touch me? she said seductively
Perhaps another time,Peter said in a kindly way,But thanks for being so generous.I am touched by your amiability and femininity and your kindness in introducing yourself.
Let’s eat the curry before we die of hunger.
They sat down at the kitchen table to eat the egg curry when they saw some amber eyes gleaming at the window.
Oh, dear,There’s Emile again.
Will he tell Stan?
Probably,but actually Stan no longer wants me.Yet Emile adores me.He will be jealous… he’s a cat,but he has the feeling of a man.
And indeed Emile’s eyes were gleaming like those of a tiger… he began to speak through the window glass.
Would you mind if I had some curry? Stan never makes it… I love spices
Why not? said Peter.
Emil’s plan was to get near Anne but first he had to eat the vindaloo egg curry.He took a mouthful..my,it was hot.His eyes began to water and his nose ran…. all round the room.He mioawed piteously
I need a hanky.
We shall have to ring 999,muttered Anne.
What! Do they tend to cats?
They usually have some hankies for cats….
So without any further ado,she took out her Samsung mobile phone and rang.
I don’t know how I shall get on living here,thought Peter.
He ran across the room and jumped into the washing machine with the tea towels and kitchen cloths.
Will he escape?
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I was looking at a clothes catalogue just now and thought,
That’s a nice pair of gloves.
When I looked again I saw it was a party dress.
Oh,my.I must need my eyes testing.
I shall be alright as long as I don’t go out in a glove by mistake for a dress.
I went out in a mitten last night
I gave all the neighbours a fright.
They are collecting for me
To buy me some tea….
Now a tea bag would be a fine sight.
Or how about being dressed in some peel
Which off any banana I’d steal.
Then I’d give men the slip
As they slid off my hip
Some days I almost feel real.
All the winter coats are being sold off
As the autumn was not freezing or rough.
But I wear woolen vests,
Which keep off the pests.
Though men are endearingly tough.
While I change the sheets words come through my mind.I forget most of them.
Why,round here,even the sheep are reformed.
Where sheep may safely wave… the meadow by the station.
why even the jeeps drive in circles!
Sheep may safely laze by the old smoke tree.
He shall seed his woks.
In the church hall, even the sheep performed.
Are sheep preformed at birth?
The sheep may lose their maze under the new legislation.
He’s very deservative in many respects.
He’s feeling very grave.
She shall feed her locks.
And she even weeds his socks weekly.
Do you put conditioner on her,ever?It makes things smoother.
My husband is so relaxed.He goes with the low.
He was kept awake all night by the whores.
He said his wife bored all night but not when awake
But should sheep behave?
Up there,even the sheep have horns.
I was afraid of those prams in the Dales.
Why, even the sheep are reborn.
They are baptised by the freaks.
Does my mind leak?
That’s outside my curious diction and the purest fiction.
My suspiction.
Freud made an error for women have an unconscious envy of men’s beards,It’s not enough for men to have long hair.They also can have long beards and moustaches too.In many cases they have better hair than women do.But they don’t need it,do they?They don;t tint it,condition it etc.Now if we had all that hair we’d be warmer and it would hide the dirty marks on our woollen jumpers
Admittedly it would need washing daily but it would be a good excuse for not going out
I have to wash my beard tonight.I am waxing my moustache too.
Why should we envy a penis when we have a womb?
But what have we got instead of a beard…NOTHING.
That is clearly unjust and God is nor unjust so where is the answer?
Good morning,Ms Brown
Gosh,you are so utterly politically correct ,doctor
In my view,it matters only for us to be medically correct,dear.And grammatically,of course.
How true, noble sire.
Now, what’s the problem today,madame?
It’s my nerves,doctor.I hate them so much I feel almost derisory..which is totally crackers nowadays with so many street drugs to take one’s mind out of this world.
What’s wrong with your nerves to make you feel like this all of a sudden?
I think they are too big,mein herr.Can I have plastic surgery on them to replace then with plastic ones .I mean artificial like dentures are for teeth that drop out?
My dentist tells me my nerves are double the average size. for humans
But what is the standard deviation? Averages are no use alone.I wish people learned this in school
How dare you say that! I have never deviated in any way.And I’ve never been average… and surely double the average size must mean something gross is going on?
What a pity this is.You are a very charming and glamorous lady…I say that only to comfort you,not to seduce you which is illegal anyway,even if I wanted to do.Which I deny absolutely;
Well,my nerves feel like long wild grasses waving in a cold westerly breeze in a great big meadow in Hartland,North Devon where many lips have cracked.And sailors drowned off shore too…why some even drowned on the shore and their ghosts still wander below the sheer and terrifying cliffs of alabaster and silver.
Have you ever though of writing narrative or lyrical poetry or even romantic novels?
What,write poetry with nerves like this?Do you think I’m a masochist or what?
Well, you could try using a pen or a keyboard,you know. Now,God has given some of us larger nerves than others.It’s an evolutionary advantage to have some sensitive people about,like the canaries in the coal mines.They feel trouble coming before the rest of humankind
That’s hardly any use to me as I am childless and can’t pass it on.
God didn’t know that when he created you.Or if he did,he knew with nerves like this motherhood would be perilous and at least you can be a human canary
Well,is there any surgery to help me or any other amelioration to my symptoms?
Apart from removing your head there’s not much I can suggest at this moment in time,right now, if you want a verdict.Perhaps you can plant some wild flowers amid these long waving grasses and enjoy the beauty that you will perceive in summertime if you can be patient
You’re an odd doctor compared to the usual one.
Actually I’m really the computer repair man.The system has crashed and so has the doctor…temporarily
I knew you looked different but I put it down to my giant nerves disturbing my vision…
So will you come back to see the doctor later?He is just in the pub drinking blackcurrant liqueur for his nerves!
What’s it got to do with you if I come back again or not?
I love your mind,I love your body .I love your tentacles,receptacles and all your past and future particles.I love every bit of you especially your nerves.I always liked a woman with very big nerves.
Really? Well,that’s cheered me up a great deal.I like the beast in man.How about my wild grasses?
I love those too.Why,I’d like to lie down amongst them if you catch my drift.
Can you read between the lines or write between them?
Have you ever thought of taking up psychotherapy?
I prefer to help computers.Hearing sad stories from disturbed folk all day must be draining as you can’t run out when you get overwhelmed like you can at parties
Yes,but it would be horribly fascinating to hear all these stories.And now I am off to the garden centre to buy some flower seeds.
I’d give you some seeds myself but it would be wrong to sow your field here in this office and the doctor might come in any time now which would be a trifle unseemly.
Well,he could sow his wild oats as well!
What a wicked woman you are;I love your mind.You seem quite out of the orddinary… please keep your big nerves.
I am only offering this with the aim of calming those huge nerves .I am not thinking of enjoying lust or of how romantic you seem and how artistically brilliantlu you are dressed and your golden curls and blue clothes.And your cleverness.
I quite understand.I shall keep it all under my hat. if you see what I mean
It’s an amazing red hat.Are you a Cardinal?
No,I stole it off one
I’d love to hear the whole story….who,when and where?
Well,I hope to publish it on Swindle soon.
We can’t wait.
Neither can I
How to get fatter without eating your heart out.
How to come to a dead end in your own lifetime.
How to flow round the bends and up the hills
How to grow into a bitch.
How to become mentally elastic.
How to grow alma maters in pots or gro- bags.
How to grow moon flowers on earth without magic
How to distract the opposite wrecks.
How to enjoy tracks in bed.
How to make new bases for your sorrows
Sex and health
Sex and wealth
Sex by stealth.
Sex alone
Sex with others.
Sex and the Bible
Sex and Ethics
Sex in metrics.
Sex for the scared or scarred
Sex and fitness.
Sex, it it worth it?
Sex and sin
Sex and Virtue
Sex with love.
Sex and your heart.
Sex as art.
Sex and goodness.
Sex for the sensitive
Dr Ioulios Palamaras [an expert at Mohs surgery and other skilled techniques]He is not paying me BTW
World class dermatologist with a good sense of humour
Well maybe it was worth 22 injections of anaesthetic to be cured [or is it healed ?]by God,nature and a human being with special skills
But which glasses to wear and how many pairs?
I have a fancy for teal coloured frames but I can’t go outside yet!
Meanwhile the cats seem to have no problem…wonder what they want?
Yes we used to wear big spectacles once upon a time… they were sometimes too big

It’s a cat’s life alright, they need no sunscreen nor hats..Why,I could wear the cat on my head if only she would keep still!Maybe two would be even better.
Making good progress here.She’ll soon have her D.Phil [Oxo] and then her own office too.
I wonder how many pairs of spectacles I can wear at once and will they get me onto the right track in life?
Life is sometimes very painful but we forget when time passes and we are grateful for the surgeon who saves our life…but never put elastoplast over a deep incision… it took me an hour top recover from r
emoving this the pain was so bad…I put it on so I could wear my specs.Never again.I’ll just get a guide cat instead.She will know how to get to Cafe Nero…