Stuart Miller-Osborne

Such was the blindness Of the scouting birds That the seasons passed unnoticed And faded without thought Letter from Jean (1972)

The difference between the endless nights and endless days of my younger brother could not be measured using conventional instruments Letter from Jean (1972)

Geraldine I hate it When you suffer from dire rear You always tell me That you are going To the loo I am not fucking interested As I hate fucking Cornwall All Cornish women are mingers I seriously prefer to fuck you When you are well Although I still draw the line at anal

India Ibiza came to my party Which I held in a church hall Deep in Rural Sussex She brought two cases Of Chilled Honey Dew Beer As well as her sister Reg

Mike show me your new tattoo No Y Because the sun is too strong Give me a clue It is mathematical I have shaped my pubic bush Really do show It is here hidden under my bikini pants Do show It is a work of art dear heart I have a question Why if you…

What do you want What have you done Nothing You always say this to me When I sunbathe topless

John Jules Fancy meeting you again How are you Rachel Still going strong I can see that Well done Two more judges You used to be my protégé But now you are my teacher I love your dogs What are their names Cash and Cashmere Those are unusual names Why did you choose them Because…

Did you assassinate the judge yesterday Yes Why Because he was corrupt He was supposed to Have had one of the finest minds During his Oxford days Perhaps but everything dies Do you realise that if you are caught That you will be imprisoned For at least ten years Yes But you will protect me…

I woke up during the night The air was still warm I looked at the trees That hung over the lane As I seriously thought That they were bleeding

Many people think That I shoot from the hip As they do not understand the circle