blackjack-davey's blog

I think of my complicity in the age of choice, and my suspicion that there isn’t really any choice. There are usually only two things to choose from, two really big bands, two hefty paperbacks, two women, only one bankrupt ideology (since the others have lost) and yet the illusion persists. The man who leaves work on a warm summer evening and thinks I can do anything, embark on a wonderful love affair with a lollypop lady, retrain as a sumo...

An old lady staggering in the street in a quilted turqouise anorak/body suit looked so much like an alzheimers astronaut, tipping slowly into the wind.. david bowie in sheltered housing Weird dream of teenage girls, beauties, watching me take a bath through the skylight. One starts opening her buttocks and shitting through the window and the turd turns into the neck of a honking canada goose that starts flapping round the bathroom causing havoc...