Tagged Rats

The MV Lyubov Orlava

A rotten rusting hulk losing its balky battle twixt water, air and iron plate drawn day by day ever closer toward the briny deep. The string quartet plays a mournful tune echoing around the listing listless ship, broken furniture and shards of glass litter the wretched cabaret lounge. The swimming pool rocks and rolls with stinking green Adams ale, cabins are cold dark desolate rat holes. The cruise to nowhere never ending drifting, lost forever to the eyes of man. From the maelstrom of Antarctica to peace in a Newfoundland harbour tethered to a quiet dock awaiting annihilation at the hands…

Did They Just Say My Name?

Sit quietly in a park, a school, a town centre. Well almost anywhere in truth and a rat or two or will not be far away. Night or day they are always there skulking and scurrying. I was among the haters for most of my life. The only good rat being a dead one as far as I was concerned. Poison, trapping, shooting, setting dogs on them. It’s all acceptable they are of course vermin a creature to be destroyed. We try tp wipe them from the face of the earth. The trouble is I think they know. They sense our…

I Blame Alfred Hitchcock

I remember as a child watching ‘The Birds’ by Alfred Hitchcock on television. It was one of the scariest movies I had seen in my life up to that point. Times were different back then, a small black and white television in the living room with all the family huddled around it. Watching  a movie even at home was a big event, a family event. Happy days all this reminiscing is no good, I have to sleep things have been so hectic and I’m up early. I need to clear my mind, relax forget all about old American movies. The noise is the…