Thom the Tink

In my normal every day,-day-to-day style of dress, I so often feel like a tink*.   In my 9-5 job I don’t consider myself as actually having to present myself to the world, so I dress in my “Sunday-clothes-for-bumming-around-the-house-when-you‘re-sure-noone-will-see-you” outfit.

One day recently in my 9-5 attire, I had an unfortunate meeting with an arse ugly dog who, as I came upon it, remarkably seemed to be looking at me with an air of disgust.  Sitting there, with its fat, wrinkly gut spilling over the pavement and a face that could make shit melt.  The cheek of it.

And I’m sure it wasn’t thinking very much at that moment, but my God, the look in its bulging fly eyes said, “Bitch, you ain’t nuthin but a scruffy ho”

Thom the Tink

I walked away with an unintentional feeling of bewilderment, genuinely questioning what was that about.

I didn't think I was that insecure.  Although I did once apologise to a pigeon for not being able to get out of his way.  You know, I went one way, he went the same way, I went to the left, he went to the left I went to the right, he went to the right…It was all very awkward.

The animal world is so odd.

(*bum, hobo, vagrant)

CHAAAA' MOWEEN MUTHA FUPPAS

Halloween treat.

This clip is not quite how I'd planned.  I'd say about 65 percent how I'd planned.  It's not like the quality would have been any better, but if you can imagine lots more zombies, some sexy camera moves, a soundtrack that would have included a kazoo, casio keyboarding and mouth trumpet, and a bit of dialogue at the end in the style of a jolly Yorkshire man going,

"Eeeee, that were good",

then you're almost there.

Whatever way, I'm sure I'm championning the legacy that is Mickey J.

He would have wanted it this way.

It's a Casualty

Why can't I just go to bed?  I am so tired but I keep finding things to do.

If I stay up too late I begin to find certain television theme tunes hypnotic and I catch myself gently rocking back and forth to the rhythmic beats.  This happened most recently at about three in the morning when the extended title sequence of the BBC One news came on.  

I-was- OFF.

A younger Thom favourite was Casualty.  That was a WINN-ERR.  You can keep your Strauss, Beastie Boys, Kadga-goo-goo, “too shy-shy-hush-hush-eye-to-eye” and MAD disco beats…

…I got de CASUALTY.

The stance for this was to sit 3 feet from the telly, preferably facing it although that wasn’t necessary for the music appreciation, scrunched into a ball shape, knees to chin, arms clenched round legs (this allows for a greater rocking motion), then strike up the BBC one, Casualty on, SORTED. 

I would rock back and forth with my eyes shut and my head slightly rocking from side to side, kind of like you would if you were appreciating some jazz flute in the 70s.

You probably still don’t get it.  So HERE…

 Check it...

In the making of that short art house short, I found myself “rocked” back to childhood.   
That theme certainly hasn’t lost its magic.