Stuart Miller-Osborne

I have a friend called Paul who of late has insisted that people refer to him as Captain Oates After the famous polar explorer   I feel that this is strange as Paul is a lifeguard on the South Beach and he also works part time With me in the North Beach Surf Shop   […]

I am walking down a street of bookshops but they do not detain me My destination is the modernist bus station Which is situated in the deepest valley in the town   It was constructed totally of reinforced concrete And has been part of the urban landscape for over fifty years   I found the […]

Until his death in 1959 Colin G Maggs owned a hardware store Which sold everything but grapes The property is now owned by a colony of Rhodesian Bats Who are in no way related to Colin or his immediate descendants

My wife has a birthmark on her bottom which resembles President Macron She used to be a French swimming champion But retired from the sport when she found that Macron could not swim.   Up to last year we were keen nudists and visited Cap D’Agde frequently But we no longer enjoy our leisure there […]

 I am just driving towards the Border Gates Borders are a bore But necessary as security is important A tall woman in a stiff blue blouse and a thick black skirt Asks me for my passport She is not wearing a cap as the day is hot When she had finished checking my identity I […]

Even in winter I feel the hidden warmth of the city I have woken up thinking of this abstraction as I often do You have opened the large elegant windows Which are slowly reflecting the thin blue sun into our large apartment Breakfast is simple and is followed by Peruvian coffee We both shower and […]

Alice and I have just returned from a long hot walk in nearby hills We are sweaty and require a cool shower However the shower in the farmhouse is fucked As we are experiencing supply problems once again There is a shower on the blindside of the garden But there are obstacles to overcome   […]

I have a rather strange condition which concerns colour. It is a rather unique as I often purchase books solely for the way they look No matter the subject I find it quite pleasing to place these books in to my bookcase And sit back and enjoy their colourful music There is no cure for […]

I had not expected my hosts to arrive so soon But there they were free under the naked trees The winds were still bitter and we shivered As we followed the bare contours of the meadow But once hidden we soon celebrated our sanctuary And awaited the soft warmth of the gentle months

On the scorched rocks above the beach Their were six black goats They could always be found on these rocks   These creatures were known locally as the Devil’s Children As it was supposed that these goats Had become lost during their final journey from Hell   I was above these trite tales and hollow […]