Saturday 26 July 2014

Mystery of Ochoa's destination...

So where is Guillermo Ochoa going to end up? Such a clever man - brave too. Doesn't mind taking a risk. He leaves his club, meaning he's a free agent during the transfer season, goes to the World Cup and gives a magnificent performance, comes back and takes a holiday.

Oh, transfer? Says he. I'll deal with that when I've had a couple of weeks off. Lol. Excellent. Man has balls of steel.

Rumour that Bayern are interested, but they already have two keepers and one of them's Neuer. Not much chance of starting with him around. Ochoa wants to play - he turned down a place in the Mexico squad at one point because he didn't want to sit on the bench.

Not Arsenal now, they've got Ospina. Shame. 

Malaga has been suggested and they need a new goalie. I'm not sure if this would help Ochoa, who wants to become an EU citizen, as I don't know if his time in France and any further time in Spain would be 'added together' for this purpose.

I can't blame him for wanting to live in Europe, as a footballer. Mexico have some appalling rules governing their football, they make it difficult for players to move from team to team.

Just waiting now. Don't know if I'll need to scrape up the money to pay for Sky Sports so I can watch La Liga matches... just joking. They're well worth watching anyway.

Monday 21 July 2014

Scary stuff. No, not vampires.

Having put myself forward to read at Trans/literation, a transgender literary event, I now find myself without a great deal to say...

Or rather, I have plenty to say but putting it into a form that anybody might like to listen to is the problem.

Ah, well. Once again, doing a bunch of things at the same time. It's like being several different people. Oh, wait a minute, I am several different people. Might as well be, anyhow.

It's quite a few years since I did poetry reading and I'd forgotten how bloody terrifying it is, standing up there in front of a bunch of people you don't know. I remember now though. Oh yes.

No doubt it'll all be all right on the night. It's only five or ten minutes - they couldn't tell me which so I need to prepare two sets - anybody can read stuff out for five or ten minutes, right.

AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!

Yeah, right. Got that out of my system now.

Here's one I wrote a bit ago when I still had somebody to write stuff for. Now I just write about events and stuff that annoys me and so on, because I've moved past this stage of my life, unfortunately. Or fortunately, in some ways.

You clouded down the sky, the very first
dark shades of  thunderstorm before the rain.
The whole of life took on a question's shape
The answer to the question makes no sense
The simple things I used to know become
Splitting prism, shattered facet, foot-slicing shards
Cracked in bright broken mirrors, you reflect.

You shake me like a rat, your hounded mouth
sets teeth like bars, my prison's not my own
I want to be washed up and left for dead
I want to be pulled in and left afloat;
The octopus, the Kraken in your boat.
Your voice demands, commands. Your back dismays.
You laugh and I can only stare in wonder.


I edited that so it's a lot better than it used to be.

I don't want to say anything about the person I wrote that for because it was one big mistake. But so have been all my relationships, one of the reasons, apart from body dysphoria - you know, who does what and how and to whom - why I don't contemplate ever having another relationship. Apart from with my imaginary friends :D