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Retired MD, Psychotherapist, Midi Sequencer
URL: http://www.pitt-payne.com

While I lie here like a Lord
With nurses rushing round the ward,
I wonder if they are so good
Beneath their starched exteriorhood.

The cap is stiff and starched and white
Beneath which lies long hair rolled tight
And then the apron, stockings, shoes,
Make up the nurse we cannot lose.

What are they like when let outside?
All set to ride the trail of parties, dances, sin?
But lying here I only guess
what lies beneath that shapeless dress;
for I am ill and they are kind
So who am I to have to mind?

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» Scars with history

Scars with history
Yes - I have a large and rather ragged scar between my shoulder blades - that's round the back where I can't see. For many years I carried a Go'auld larva thing which kept me pretty well but then it began to die and had to be removed in a very messy operation in the doctor's surgery. Using self hypnosis I was able to rise above the occasion but I have to report that I have not been as well since the procedure and now am very disabled indeed. If anyone is looking for a host for a Go'auld larva I would be happy to oblige. I have a complex of variety of ailments which would respond well to an infestation. Also - my eyes no longer light up and I can't speak in that deep butch voice I once had - which alarmed the kiddies so much.
(Wed 9th Feb 2005, 0:46, More)

» Walkman Flashbacks

Romeo by Petula Clark
Of course there was no pop music when I was growing up. It was banned. My people thought it would blight my mind and stunt my growth. Women were regarded with the same view. So it was a breakthrough when for the magnificent sum of 6 shillings and 3 pence I made my first purchase of a 'pop' record. It was a slippery slope I can tell you. Women reared their ugly heads in due course and I sank into a life of mild debauchery - a family failing, I was told.

Elastic sided shoes soon followed and a cord jacket. Was there no end to this descent? I'm still on my way down - so I'll let you know......

James Pitt-Payne, 'Chez Nous', Rampton...
(Sat 26th Mar 2005, 12:44, More)

» Look! It's me in the Local Paper

It's all Lies I tell you...........
In the past few years I have had stuffed printed about me which was a mixture of fact, fiction, and sheer bloody lies. Be warned, whenever you go to court to give evidence there will be there, sitting in the shadows no doubt, some clapped-out, dead-end Charlie of a journalist scribbling his Pitman's onto a pad and then creating a farcical result to which there is no reply, no response possible.

Take comfort, m'dears, that today's news papers are tomorrow's fish and chip papers. Time passes, and folks forget - but the internet - and Google, dammit, they hang onto it all for years and years and years. And if there is any comfort - you guys who seek immortality - you may appear in a Legal book, jurisprudence, case histories and the like. Pfft!
(Fri 11th Feb 2005, 14:01, More)

» Black Sheep

I think it's me....
I'm getting on a bit but all my nephews refer to me as florid Uncle James and all my life I have been held up to them by my elder brother as the sort of person they should not talk to as I would lead them astray. On the very rare occasions they do talk to me I like to think they have been pleasantly surprised but I have never been very sure of this. I seem to have got into an awful lot of trouble in my life and it is a relief to be retired and relieved of the world and its un-knobbled strife.....
(Sun 16th Jan 2005, 0:14, More)