What’s been happening with the Monkey? After finally shaking off the after effects of a very nasty bug I’m feeling pretty positive at last. The mojo seemed to have been missing for a while and even Mrs. Monkey commented that here we are racing towards Spring and where did the last 10 weeks go?! We… Continue reading What’s happening with the Monkey?
Now here’s an album that serves up an adventure. At times dark and complex and at others trippy and spaced. A feast of dark chocolate coated turkish delight. A box of surprises. The first track begins at a frenetic pace, rattling in challenging your attention, and then comes in the vocal. A voice of purity… Continue reading We need to talk about Gaye.
I was sitting at the end of the bar at the edge of a noisy crowd. An old wooden coat stand stood behind me with a stuffed monkey’s head on top like the fairy on a Christmas tree. One of the gang left and came back suddenly, having forgotten his coat. He rummaged fruitlessly on… Continue reading …and it suddenly became a 3-legged cat drinking coconut milk through a straw…
As the UK and the US split themselves down the middle and bleeding-heart liberal snowflakes like me contemplate our belly button fluff in the cosy confines of our cultural snobbery, there’s nothing quite like doing it to the sound of great music from around the World. Recent weeks have seen The Monkey groove to sounds… Continue reading Contemplating belly button fluff to the groove.
As I get older I have become more aware of how my body works and what works for it. I have the luxury, now that I no longer have full-time employment, of being able to wait out bugs that lay me low, for instance, when in the past I would have been forced to fight… Continue reading Wanted:healthy dose of butt kicking
Mother Hen had been in charge of the poultry farm for many years. She’d worked hard to be Top Clucker, as she was known. She had once been penned in, on a closed farm that few people could see inside, until one day someone managed to knock a piece of wall down and Mother Hen… Continue reading Mother Hen and the Splinter Turkeys
Hello Tux, thanks for coming in and sitting on me. Your feet are cold. How long have you been here now ? Two years or so. Yes, sir. And before that ? I was sleeping rough for a while , …wasn’t a good period of my life, sir…and I did some things of which I’m… Continue reading Tux has an Interim Appraisal