Thought For Food
Events & Media
A collection of blog posts, science articles, poems & more....
March 5, 2019
Drops Felting Fever sale now on!
The website proclaimed,
A mere search for yellow and grey
Much more intense than previously expected.
Life before crochet,
Was a more simple existence.
Now just hoping for some consistency,
At least on the edges
Of my new yellow and...
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it puts a certain
Easy, so it is,
what feels like
a modern day calamity
but to absorb
And there they descend, one and all,
to rob me of my wits,
defenceless, against their witlessness,
driven up the sea life aquarium wall.
And there they flash, despite the wall's
clear sign. Splash! The turtle's wits
vanished along with mine. What line?
Oh, don't mind me...
a ship churned in belligerent waters,
waves high above the bow and stern,
unable yet to return
to passages clearer,
a hopeless dredgery
channeled within a channel;
no space to turn,
the only way...
The only thing certain about Brexit,
is that, far too many books
have already been written on the subject.
So, I thought, abjectly pondering
the wretched pile of self-righteous dogma
stacked to meet my browsing eye.
As if All Quiet on the Western Front
were as boistrousl...
No-one knows what they want
Except for those of us
Who hope, more in vain than despair,
That Spain might invade Gibraltar
And the whole problem would disappear
In the foggy fever of war.
And what's been revealed
From this monumental shart?
An imbecilic politi...
A world without science posters.
That would be.
If we left the communication to the communicators,
Let some things be,
By overzealous scientific pedantry.
Get involved, by all means, but -
How meaningful s...
January 29, 2019
Some things change and so they should,
Some people don't though we wish they could
But there's gotta be sugar in a Yorkshire Pud'.
Some blame the man, old rich fuddy dud,
Some see the trees, missing the wood
Some remember poppi...
January 28, 2019
Into the depths plunge the drips of red,
Scarlet licks splatter a bare facade,
And high above, the shattered remnants glint
As burgundy-tinted shards.
Reflected back in a porcelain stain,
The vacant mist of autumn's light
Gently lifts the memory's refrain,
Lost as claret seep...