Stuart Miller-Osborne

I found a bottle on the beach last year And judging from its poor condition It had been in the sea for a considerable time Inside the bottle there was a faded note I was, I am, I will be again Was all that was readable At present the bottle and its message Is in […]

You look rather fucked off Joe I am What has upset you This article in The Telegraph What is it about The corruption of innocent children by a toxic charity Stonewall Right in one We were both brought up in the church Well not literally in the church But in the vicarage Ha ha funny […]

A few years ago I lost my job My wife left me I was the victim of fraud And worst of all My football club was relegated I decided to end it all And climbed on to the footbridge At my local railway station I would jump under an express train It was quick and […]

We are crossing the Atlantic Just Julie and Mark It is not as exotic As you might think Boredom is a great enemy So we have allowed Ourselves three books Mark keeps his in a bag Whereas I keep mine On a window shelf I must say that I never tire Of seeing my humble […]

Hi Fred Hi Bert Is that your dog Not really What do you mean This dog belongs to itself Who am I to demand possession Nobody owns me Alice owns you You might have a point What breed is it It is a Black Labrador Retriever What is its name I was going to call […]

Joe would you ever consider living in Bali No Why Because Bali does not live in me Joe & Josie

I am forever staring into the abyss I think that I will find the truth Yet I find nothing at all And then the abyss Stares back at me It is then I know That I am in trouble As I change into a monster My beliefs fade and I am alone And like a […]

I recently purchased a puppet A simply decorated horse

Hello Joe Ruth here News I have a new boyfriend He is a dependable guy Decent and kind But to tell you the truth I think that I will bore of him He loves cinema but not my kind of cinema Last week he took me to see a really shitty movie You would have […]

I love this little village It is in the middle of nowhere Deep within the moors A random bus service Runs four times daily Or so I am told Heritage trains also run From the ornate railway station Which adds to its charm However sheep with black faces And vacant eyes Follow you everywhere Shitting […]