I Don't Like Talk And I Don't

I've Come To The Realisation That I Have Absolutely No Idea What I'm Doing Half The Time...

My Son's Full Real Name Is Duncan Zowie Haywood. As A Toddler He Was Called By His Second Name Zowie. But It Was Such An Identifiable Name During The Seventies That If I Called Him Loudly In Public Places, Everyone Would Turn To Stare, So I Started Calling Him Joey To Take The Pressure Off. It Has The Same Sound And Number Of Syllables As Zowie. And Joe Stuck For Most Of His Childhood. Now He Has Reverted To His Real Name, Duncan. Haywood Was My Father's Name.

Money Goes To Money Heaven, Body Goes To Body Hell.

All Art Is Unstable. Its Meaning Is Not Necessarily That Implied By The Author. There Is No Authoritative Voice. There Are Only Multiple Readings.

I'm Wary Of The Word Glam Because I Think That Became The All-inclusive Term With For Any Bloke With Lipstick On, Which Is Fine, You Know, And That's What It Is When It Comes Down To The Public Level.