A Question from a Narcissist

Daily Prompt…. Narcissism



I know that you all love me true
I must admit, I love me too
But at the reading of my will
I wonder if you’ll love me still

Will you see inside the hearse
The centre of your universe?
Life’s meaning for me so unclear
If life goes on when I’m not here

The morning after my demise
I wonder, will the sun still rise?
When I’m done and dusted, dead and gone
I ponder, how will life go on?

Just how vital will I be
When robbed of my vitality?
I’m asking, how will you behave?
Will there be dancing on my grave?

Lying, dying in my pain
In horror that I’ve been so vain
A question from this narcissist
When I’m gone, will I be missed?



A Family Restaurant

I had reason to visit a ‘Hooters’ franchise in Long Beach, California recently. A friend wanted me to buy a tee shirt for his wife. It was meant as a joke and, apparently, as soon as he was released from hospital they had a good laugh about it.

I was just a little bit surprised, on the day, to discover that they were promoting themselves as a ‘family restaurant’. I had previously assumed that ‘family’ implied that there were lots of things to amuse the kids and that ‘restaurant’ implied a certain minimum standard of nutritional offerings. As far as I could tell, unless the kids were still breast feeding, Hooters were not really keeping up their end of the bargain.

Don’t get me wrong. The staff were friendly and the beer was cold. If not for other commitments I would have been happy to linger. I am just suggesting that a bit of ‘truth in advertising’ might be a appropriate. ‘Cold beer and tits’ would be fine. I doubt that it would have any negative impact on the bottom line.

Anyway …… I would have let this all pass if it were not for a post from Lou. Lou has been a bit quiet of late and it was refreshing to see him back. He has always been a monument to good taste and his thoughts on ‘Hooters’ this morning was no exception.

All this is to preface the fact that my reply to Lou was tasteless, misogynist and misdirected. But I repeat it anyway. Because, just occasionally, that can be a bit liberating.

They stand up straight

And look their best


Puff out their chest

But think me purile

Think me rude

That I am not here

For the food

I do not judge

I do not care

I did not see

My daughter there

I think, though

We have missed the point

If Hooters is

A family joint.


I did this one originally (last night) for my little girl, Kate  ,to whom I owe a great debt. And here I am handing it out to everyone else already. And so yet another character flaw is revealed in me …..

How blessed am I that you may see
Me naked in my misery
Unburdened of my vanity
And not what I pretend to be

How blessed upon this final day
That you don’t turn your face away
My life, my body, my decay
Embraced by you in every way

How blessed am I upon defeat
That you ignore my long conceit
As I lay dying at your feet
How blessed am I to be complete.


Mindlovemisery photo post #214


Cool World #1MinFiction

For Nortina

Yesterday, when I was at school

I quickly learned the golden rule

Don’t show your cards, don’t be a fool

Just be cool, be cool, be cool.

It worked OK with friends I’d make

The pretty girls to bed I’d take

But lying there my heart would ache

It was not cool to be a fake.

So now that I am old and grey

They care not what I have to say

I’ve had my turn, I’ve done my day

The cool ones wish I’d go away.

Three Quotes, Three Day’s …. Final addition

I am sitting in the lounge at the airport of a major US city. The lounge is owned by Air France but they share it with KLM. The staff is comprised of eight or nine sweet little Japanese ladies. Soon they will call me to a red and white motorbird bound for the land of Oz. If I had needed a reminder of the cultural diversity of the planet then I need it no more.

But it is not quite Day 3. But by the time I get home it will be Day 4. So I am getting ahead of myself rather than getting  behind myself.

I am sticking with ‘authors who have changed my life’ but this time, instead of dead American guys I am going with a very much alive Australian …..

“Or about how when you’re a child, to stop you from following the crowd you’re assaulted with the line “If everyone jumped off a bridge, would you?” but when you’re an adult and to be different is suddenly a crime, people seem to be saying, “Hey. Everyone else is jumping off a bridge. Why aren’t you?”

Steve Toltz, A Fraction of the Whole

Thanks again Bag Lady

Weekend Writing Prompt #54

From Sammi


The rules : 53 words precisely including the word ‘fountain’

They stood there staring into the fountain. Unwilling, now, to see reflections in each other’s eyes.
“Why?” he asked.
She bent down and took a pebble from the path and tossed it into the water. The tiny rock seemed to pause for just a moment on the surface before plummeting to the bottom.


Three Days, Three Quotes, (not) Three Tags ….day 2

It is day two of this challenge and I choose to continue with the theme of ‘writers who have changed my life’. The list, I warn you, could run into the hundreds if I was to continue past day three. I won’t.

J.P. Donleavey died only last year and left behind many wonderful works, the most famous (infamous?) of them being ‘The Ginger Man’. It is, to be sure, not everyone’s cup of tea in that it focuses on the irresponsible hedonistic rogue, Sebastian Dangerfield who has physically beaten his wife, has abandoned her and their child to poverty and indulged in a life of cheating, lying and drunken debauchery. Dangerfield is one of the most monstrously appalling protagonists of literature and yet one is mysteriously attracted not only to him but to the sad poetry that inhabits the novel.

So. I thank you again, Bag Lady for allowing me this moment of self-indulgence.

Here, then, is a little taste of ‘The Ginger Man’


“The sun of Sunday morning up out of the sleepless sea from black Liverpool. Sitting on the rocks over the water with a jug of coffee. Down there along the harbour pier, trippers in bright colours. Sails moving out to sea. Young couples climbing the Balscaddoon Road to the top of Kilrock to search out grass and lie between the furze. A cold green sea breaking whitely along the granite coast. A day on which all things are born, like uncovered stars.”

― J.P. Donleavy, The Ginger Man

And lest I be accused of not playing the game and not supplying a quote that is traditionally short and snappy then here is another.


“Writing is turning one’s worst moments into money.”

― J.P. Donleavy