of course, next year with the introduction of the new calendar,

the edinburgh festival will move from august to hedonia

should i feel nonplussed by a non pluss-one-ing

when the price of capitalism is eternal vagrancy 

twelve hours in edinburgh twice from quarter to twelve

twice no train at half eleven, tragedy and farce

catch up on couch and life’s little errands

each august i meet some friends and go to the edinburgh festival. last year’s highlight was my fellow poet tim key. this year josie long was the best thing i saw.

josie mentioned that she was horny for a particular type of glaswegian man – moustached boulderers with whimsical tattoos. i’ll maybe say hello if i see her at the climbing centre. she further clarified that she was only interested in autistic and dyslexic men. i mean, its all a joke, but its good to know that there is a type of me… i’m not the only one.

last year i told everyone to get the train to ediburgh at 11.30 am – we met at the station and there simply was not a train at that time. then i rushed us to the station in the evening for the 11.30 pm to glasgow. again – there was no such service. i’m sure hegel mentioned somewhere or other that all great timetabling errors happen twice. what he neglected to mention was that the first error comes in the form of tragedy. the second as farce.