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First performed Manchester Green Room
Co - Hosted THE BIG BANG at The Ducie Bridge

I intend to create new 2009 venue North Manchester please contact me I am looking for a Co host....anyone interested.!

....still write ..still paint......Drink a little
and even though I dribble.... I've still got all my own teeth.
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Samples

Where Do We Go From Here?

Where do we go from here?
Not an uncommon question
I hear you say
Gone tomorrow
Here today
Where to go
When to stay
Here one minute
Gone the next
For one who has got there
The question 'Why' is the catalyst?
Was he pushed?
Was he pissed?
Or for that matter
Nothing's offered on a platter
So who gives a monkey's uncle?

The question nonetheless remains
Where do we go from here?
Dear
Even, as it invariably is, singular
Where do I go from here?
Having got here
From there
With little or no time to spare
Is neither here
Or there
A mere bagatelle
Can't you tell
And I for one
Don't care
I don't care
A flippity gibbet
A fuckity Duck

Still
Where do we go from here?
Despite all the fuss
Time and tide waits for no man
Ebbing and flowing
At our comings and going
Next thing you know
You will have missed your go
No second chance
No backward glance
The bus of life will pass you by
All because you stopped to stare
Three will come along
At the same time
And guess
Who won't be able to afford the fare
Fair?
I don’t think so
Do you?
So where do we go from here?
A glass of crack and a smile of beer
Well once again
We stand alone
Seen it
Done it
Worn the vest
Tread the well worn path
My friend
Lay back and think of England
Mendacity at its best
Drown your sorrows
In whiskey
Drown you sorrows
in beer
Where do we go?
I really don't know

Where do we go from here?

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Last blog entry

Three Stones

Posted on Tuesday 30th December 2008 6:51 pm

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When the sea

 Silver

Shining

Gently kissed the long shore

Running quickly back

 Shy from straying

 Too long

And

Scattering

Warm breezes

That tousled my hair

I thought of you

 

Crooked driftwood

Covered in seaweed

Scribed out your name

 In the shell bound sand

It brought you closer

 Until

All too fleeting

The sea

I call your name

Over

Tide changed wind

Your voice

Soft and light

Locked

In a tiny silver shell

The beach

Lonely

 And

Growing cold

Salt lashed

 My eyes

 Smart and sting

As

I watch

And

Listen

Starlight comes dancing

Flash dancing

In blue liquid music

I can taste

 The sea

On my tongue

Ancient as time

 

I stoop to pick up three small stones.

 

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Chris Dawson

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Mon 5th Jan 2009 11:17

Love the killer heels by the way. How do you walk in them? - I can't .... I always look as if I've lost my horse.
Cx

 

Chris Dawson

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Fri 2nd Jan 2009 23:30

Tried to 'chat' again, but couldn't make it work - story of my life.
Cx

 

Nabila Suriya

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Fri 2nd Jan 2009 22:28

glad you like my stories and dramas !

 

Chris Dawson

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Wed 31st Dec 2008 20:30

near heaton park train station?

 

Chris Dawson

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Wed 31st Dec 2008 19:31

Whereabouts? I used to live near St. Mary's church.

 

Chris Dawson

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Wed 31st Dec 2008 19:24

Thank-you for your appreciation of my lumpy culinary effort!
And Happy New Year :-)
Cx

 

Cayn

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Mon 29th Dec 2008 22:08

Hi Gus,
SPongebob Squarepants is a dramatically over-rated and annoying cartoon character which in my opinion promotes stupidity at times within children and more notably adults

 

Nabila Suriya

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Sun 28th Dec 2008 19:21

thanks !

 

cjd

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Sun 28th Dec 2008 19:13

oops! a P.S.
If you're writing YOUR story, whether 100% autobiographical or embellished, remember that to everyone else it is just a story. We are all the most fascinating people in our own lives, doesn't always follow that we are fascinating people - the more autobiographical your writing is, the more difficult it can be to keep some onjectivity!
Cx

 

cjd

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Sun 28th Dec 2008 19:10

Some advice I was given years ago - may or may not come in useful ...
- Do a re-write, strip away every single adjective so you are left with just the skeleton, put back only those that make a difference to what you want to say.
- If you are really, really, really impressed with what you've written - put it in the bin.
- Prefer the anglo-saxon.
Would always be delighted to take a look at anything you've written.
You know the Clough? - whereabouts are you?
Cx

 

cjd

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Wed 24th Dec 2008 23:24

Sorry about spoiling your illusions about reading snowmen .... guess tonight is not the best night to tell you about Father Christmas then?
Hope you have a good 'un too.
Cx

 

andy n

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Wed 24th Dec 2008 18:12

Actually, I do have a poem about snowmen flying, but that's not the Christmas one for 2008! I'll post it later! Have a great xmas, m8..

 

Antonionioni

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Wed 24th Dec 2008 00:00

You are a cunning linguist, Gus.

 

clarissa mckone

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Sat 20th Dec 2008 04:06

HI Gus, I have met and dated such pigs.But when their true colors came out, it was over. Its amazing, how some can hide, how they really are for a time.Its a pitty when you love them, and think they just had a bad day, or that they will change, they wont change. great poem you have there.

 

cjd

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Fri 19th Dec 2008 16:26

Thank-you,
Cx

 

Gus Jonsson

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Fri 19th Dec 2008 14:05

Not me C... Far from it.....wish I could take ya for a whatever you drink to discuss it ....moreover to convince you I believe in what you say without question.I find you refreshingly forthright and strong..... Dont get many of those to the pound these days.... I know that I could be counted among the most ardent of your fans.

X Gus

 

cjd

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Fri 19th Dec 2008 12:41

No need to apologise - I rarely take offence. Trying to square up - bit of a wimp, always worrying about upsetting other people, now trying to consider if they're upsetting me. Sorry to hear you find me intimidating, maybe just too intense? :-)
Cx

 

cjd

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Fri 19th Dec 2008 00:58

I think there's some sort of telepathy thing going on here - last week when I was playing with some lines around the theme of ' You took my music from me & now I want it back, y'bastard!' - you posted your musically based 'Fat Elvis'. And this week I've been scribbling my 'Men! Can't live with 'em! Can't shoot 'em!' verse, and here you are pipping me to the post again with your mcp rap! Hey ho - back to the drawing board.
Just to warn you - next week I'm probably going with the themes of visiting relatives for Christmas, and maybe a rousing chorus of If you think my family's barmy - take a look at yours. 'Tis the season to be jolly, after all.
Cx

 

cjd

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Tue 9th Dec 2008 00:49

then where has it gone?
Cx

 

cjd

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Mon 8th Dec 2008 23:13

When I logged on earlier today I saw a song you had written, which I thought looked interesting. I didn't have the time to read it properly or comment, and now I've come back - I can't find it. Did I imagine it? was it not yours? Am I seeing things? Can you answer these pointless questions?
Cx

 

cjd

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Mon 8th Dec 2008 11:45

No need to apologise - it's an excellent piece, and I think, I am not alone (on here!) in using poetry as a sort of therapy. Do you know the song Everybody Hurts by REM? - it tends to get sung in an angsty way, but if you listen to the lyrics it is actually saying ... get over it for God's sake - you're not unique!
Does everybody know what S N A F U means, do you think?
I agree about spreading the love and the smiles and I'm taking the tablets in order to keep doing so!
Commiserations about the golf course, but keep that grin fixed!
Cx

 

steve

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Sun 23rd Nov 2008 18:23

Hi Gus,

sounds like an interesting book...

 

Alison Mary Dunn

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Sat 22nd Nov 2008 23:58

Hi Gus, to answer your question. A place called Rutherglen (A borough at one point) on the edge of the city centre. Comes under South Lanarkshire. I love Edinburgh too. Used to go there a lot. I keep intending to go to the open mic nights in Glasgow when I visit the family. Maybe this December I'll make a special effort. It's bound to be full of interesting and strong characters I'm sure!

 

Mia Darlone

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Sat 22nd Nov 2008 12:48

Gus I just want to say I thoroughly enjoyed your performance about the (in)ability to excetute a bowel movement at FREED UP - it was simply marvellous.

 

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