Two’s a Shake, Three’s a Wank

Given the rarity of my blog posts at present (something to do with the position of the moon) I had hoped to write something that might stimulate the intelligence. But content has a habit of finding you, not the other way around. So, I am compelled to write about a short text written in marker…

Speakeasy

Listening to Scott Joplin, few beers down, I want to tip-tap a little finger dance on the keyboard. To speak softly to avoid detection, how wonderfully seductive! And to place an exclamation mark as if writing for the silent movies, how joyful! Yet the irony is to speakeasy in an era where speech is extended…