Summer’s over, the days are drawing in, the nights are cooler….Fuck that, think endless summer amigos, travelling the world from one hemisphere to another, always following the sun. Well, that’s what the hero of my cult novel is currently undertaking as we speak, some surfers tried the idea in the 60’s, but they failed. Maybe Ronnie will go one better, who knows. So what of Burrito Deluxe? The book has just been published as an ebook by – Endeavour Media under their new cult novel and rock and roll memoirs imprint. Go here to purchase a copy – Burrito Deluxe . And if you want something hard – go here – Leamington Books
To celebrate this unusual event, a reading will be held at Sophie Parkins East End nightclub – vout -o-reenees in November of this year. Dates will be posted on this site in the next few weeks. So what else is happening? Plenty lit fiends. Wolf Star my 7th collection – is to be published by – Poems For All. Poems-For-All, best known as a publisher of pointlessly small books, goes LARGE! So what the fuck happened to my 6th collection – Cosmic Gigantic Flywheel – I hear some screwball discerning reader ask?? Fuck knows, it was meant be published two years ago, but that, for reasons unknown, never happened. So it’s now officially a Lost Collection. Maybe it’ll come out after I’m dead, I’ll guess we’ll never know….
Anything else oh Great One? I hear some lonely speccy, spotty, hipster, with sleep-encrusted eyes, and a drool hanging from one corner of a skanky looking mouth, wallowing in some cock-roach infested shit pit in Skegness.
Of course there’s more you uncultured crones and layabouts. If there wasn’t much going on I wouldn’t bother coming on here and posting this shit. I’m not one to post pictures of my dinner, or my pet dog, or obscure photos that I’ve spent months trawling the internet so as to entertain you cretins, gratis. Life is too fucking short! No, when I blog, I blog large. Coming soon from those hip fuckers at East London Press is my 3rd collection of short stories – The Emperor’s Nose & Other Tales, which even if I say so myself is my finest collection of shorts to date, maybe even better than my cult favourite – Ridgwell Stories.
Keep it coming Ridgwell, said the jester to the clown… My first essay will appear in the latest issue of the legendary Beat Scene. It’ll appear as a two page spread in Beat Scene 94, which is devoted entirely to the King of the Beats – Jack Kerouac – to celebrate 50 years of his untimely passing. The essay focuses on Trip Trap, Kerouac’s road trip taken with Lew Welch and Albert Saijo way back in 1959.
And there’s more fuckers, more, more, more, far more, far, far more…..Actually there isn’t, that’s it. I was lying, telling a porkie pie, something I rarely ever do….
Milk Race Fanatics. Stay perverted. You’ve waited weeks, months, and your lonely vigil has not be in vain. For verily, feast your craven optics on this Super 8mm amazeball wonderstuff blow-up! Una dos tres – Anna, you come and ask me girl, to set you free girl….