Drugs are good
Drugs are bad
Drugs make you happy
Drugs make you sad

Drugs bring you up
Drugs bring you down
Drugs make you dance
Drugs make calm down

I dont take drugs
But I know many who do
So I’m just observing
So it all may not be true

Drugs make you quiet
Drugs make you loud
drugs make you feel lost
drugs make you feel found

Drugs make you paranoid
Drugs make you secure
drugs make you feel evil
drugs make you feel pure

I dont take drugs
the names i hear they call
they sound like abbreviations
or nicknames for the cool

drugs stop pain
drugs prolong the misery
drugs make and addict
drugs are just occasionly

drugs make you a hoar
drugs clear the brain
drugs make the face fresh
drugs take your life and drain

drugs bring inspiration
drugs bring apathy
drugs bring friends together
drugs make you feel lonely

best drug is EEEE’s
chilled drug is weed
worst drug is drink
hyper drug is speed

Drugs split up families
Drugs are great to share
Drugs are for celebrities
Drugs are for the poor

Drugs cost lots of money
Drugs are really cheap
Drugs are mixed with impurites
drugs are organic

drugs puts you on the dole
drugs help you reach your goal
drugs sent the boy to grave
drugs made the nutter behave

i don’t take drugs
so i cant really say
Just made an observation
while i drank coffee, my drug today

zippy - in a coffee shop

In demand it comes
In doldrums they hush
No words will jott
If no one asks

Weddings and funerals
Cause the keys to click
Unless a midnight vision comes
where scrawls appear on the nearest wall

pressure needs to drip
Demand needs to call
I’m only writing this one
For something to show to you all

I could of displayed and oldie
Saying this is what I do
But when you ask when wrote
I would say when Gandhi choked
(in the movies)

SO I wrote one today
So when you asked the date
I look smug in my answer
Saying before I came on my puter

And words like this is what I do
Wont have to be all coye
I could once again say heres zippy
Prolific poetry writing boy.

zip

Hello all, long time again, been busy doing facebooks scrabble. Facebooks enhancing but ruining my life at the same time. Here are the photos from greenbelt 07 which is mostly Harry + Sam’s 3rd birthday. Hope you enjoy!!! Poem below to describe my farcical life. x x x x

Farce

a man that is inconsistent
is a man who is unpredictable
which is how I used to justify

but my inconsistency
was predictable
I could not dignify

So I choose to admit my flaws
Lick my scarred paws
and try and do what I can

Cos even though I missed the chance
To Make a Bold Stance
I was working on me Tan

zip

I know I know - I didn’t keep up the daily posts but just got to preoccupied. And so busy tramping through the legendary mud. If you click the image below you can see all the Glastonbury 2007. We had to get towed out the mud it was so bad. Enjoy the photos!!!

Hi all, missed yesterday but here I am so have two pics for the day. One is of Owen and Ali’s Beach. Some old friends of Jo that have been doing this beach for years. The shells play different sounds of the sea and when you stand in the middle you get all the sounds together. All Solar powered. Great for the kids to muck about!

The other picture is of a compost loo which I want one in my garden. Great Things compost loos, we should all ave one.

If you wanna poo
or wee in loo
do it on de compost

Here comes crap
urine sacks
let it all decompose

Sorry if its a stupid poem but i’ve been up late and starting to struggle with form. Yesterday was good day though, had kids alot of the day as the crew were bit behind and went out and bumped into old friend munkee. Harry saw some skateboarders in glasto’s skate park and was overwhelmed with excitement and ran back and forth watching em.

This is the day that is the last day before those bleedin punters arrive. Its the last crew vibe where theres enough space to get about, GREAT DAY usually but just after all the little jobs were out the way and we had a chance to have a doss about the festy, the heavens opened up and the buckets came down. Harry was screaming as he got drenched and we were all drenched.

We did the big glasto supermarket shop for the crew today, nasty stuff supermarkets, they give you all this chopice because they think it makes you happy, blasted psycopaths.

Didn’t manage to get a photo today so I just took a photo of myself which you can see below.

Its time to leave
Time for Tea
A coffee walk
in blazing sun

all clouds appear
and heat simmers away
as rain washes
all our fun

no problemo
as later comes
with a brandy coffee
and a scon

my mum came today in her hybrid sports car, got loads of looks and told all the onlookers that she’s eco and it’s a hybrid. Funny aving me mum ere but also good cos she gets the coffees in. Try and guess the metaphor. The picture is the flags of Glasto by the jazz stage/

Through long waitings
I find my pint
Amber and chilled
to my lungs content

Poured to perfection
with skill and precision
as the bubbles bounce
with sheer delight

I sit down
ready to drown
all fear in blessings
of quenched thirst

Ted Takes a seat
Next to my side
And as i stretch my hand
he knocks the delight

I like Ted
But i miss my pint
But the wait
will go further into night

Here i am in Day 2 at the Glasto site and it’s been a nice day but it’s gonna be wet from now on which I have seen on the dodgy bbc weather site. The picture below is harry standing underneath the differently designed griffin bird which they have here every year. It’s designed by treesurgeon Sam who is a lovely bloke from the west country. It’s next to the infamous stone circle and it’s a bit of a landmark.

I have come all the way to this festival and me and the family have spent the day in ikea and tescos, bloody horrible place, needed more kit for the whole beachhuts and food for crew so it had to be done but glad to be back on site. Sitting in me dodge writing my first post from site and it makes me so glad that this technology exists. Was trying to help me dad with his laptop but his pad in wood green doesn’t have as good internet connection as my set up in this field - Smug SMug!!!

Day 2

Fields of colour
Vehicles of beauty
Shapes created by simple men

Colours of gradients
self approved sparkles
Creator approves the Glasto Gem

Vomit on path
Hippy on Wack
Dead men Walking on Gods Tresure

Eyes of lies
Distorting your Trust
Wrath sends down pissing weather

hello all,

It’s pre Glastonbury 07 week and thsi si a tough week for me and Jo and the kids. So thought I’d put this post up 2 encourage the prayers. The first big outing of the year requires a lot of planning and a lot of credit card bashing to make sure we got everything.

We’ce had to paint the roof of the dodge as it wouldn’t of survived the summer tests, we’ve had to buy a chair as we got maggie this year and previosly the dodge only had 3 seats. We’ve had to buy a new fridge as our fridge died last year. We’ve had to get an awning for dodge as family has got bigger and me mums coming to glastonbuy. Pu t in a 12v system for dodge as I need to keep in touch with the computer network at office and doing a bit more wiring tonight,

Maggie has been vomiting so please keep er in your thoughts and at peace.

I woke up from my sleep a few months past
And I’m still awake in the days of daze
The kids ask in crys and wants
Their voices and crys in haze

I look at the place i’m in
Not understanding how I’m here
But al I seem to think on
Is the money fear

I have dreams which i ask heavens to confirm
As I worry in my walk
i trip on curbs over 1 inch high As my thoughts cross and talk

The noise I ask to dampen down
But It challenges my day
If we are to claim our crown
We must step in and say

” This day is ours
Our time to take
our grasp is tightened
as we choose to make.

Our lives portray
the words on our skin
That we will succeed
The dream within”.

I step towards financial ruin
I step towards pain
I step towards Opportunity
Giving help to all insane

hi Fans and enemies (no luke warm in betweens)

Been out of me flat for 7 weeks and living out of a suitcase with all the family. should be back at the weekend. Going glastonbury is 3 weeks and well looking forward to it.

12v system installed in the dodge and it is totally pucker and have a web n walk modem for me laptop so on the move we are tech kings. Gonna go to Glastonbury and spend the whole time in the dodge with my 12v lights on the internet drinking tea. What a away to spend a festival. Can listen to it all on the radio or watch in our 12v black and white tele.

We gotta a vision / idea to do a coffee shop / venue at next years festies. Tell us ur thoughts?

old fart

I dissappear, hoping to still be seen
Having the place of quiteness
is welcomed as entertainment

I appear, forgetting which way to stand
Out of practice as my age ticks on
30 next year
but 30 in years gone

I aged in the bath
When my mind came to
contemplating my position

When awake,
my fingers wrinkle
and i wondered
if this is how wrinkling started

Bubbles floated up
as flatulence commenced
is this old age
or have I just farted

i laugh in bath
at toxics i produce
and age seems irrelevant
as it stinks…

Hello all, haven’t written a ting since November.
I need to sort it out Heres the latest new, a picture of maggie and a poem.

Latest news
- nackered from having 2 Kids
- On a strict diet (lost 2 stone so far)
- Trying to get the dodge back on the road, trouble getting the drag link, whatever that is.
- Need the dodge to start the festies, A dodge is for life not just for festies
- Working Hard
- Got a mortgage (getting middle class)
- Done lots of stuff on the flat (getting very middleclass)
- Lots of church stuff
- Love oyster cards
- Trying to get my bike on the road - dodgy wheel
- ipod broke - need a new one
- Got a new phone contract - Yawn
- Wanna grow pigs, probably won’t

As life goes on
with times on the Jon
You contemplate away from the rush

Days have past
Hard to grasp
Become clear just before the flush

I’m growing up
and the growth pains sting
As I try to catch up
and train the child within

He laughs at the thought
Of two kids under my wing
With a wife and a mortgage
drinking skinny Gin

How did i get here
A snog after a beer
And now I stand
Facing my fear

All speed grows past
At weights of ton
Remember the words of my pa
Be a Man My Son

Cant think on that now
its getting to a tired night
I need sleep
so I can see sight

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Was well impressed yesterday, got a present from our friends in NZ for Maggie when she was only 12 days old. So when the birth of Maggie went public, Gwendo must of rushed to the nearest bar (cos they only have bars in NZ) and bought a pair of shoes, then ran or went on horseback to the nearest port and she must of rowed across the polynesian ocean to america to her nearest post office and posted the shoes. Class!!! Thank you Gratys.

Hello all, haven’t written here 4 a while, gosh. Here are the pictures of me newborn. she’s a beauty. harry middle name is zippy. if you have a middle name that equals that coolness for a girl then leave a comment.

click here

zip

My mate Wally’s a class poet and when I asked him recently to a poem for my site which has few friends glance over. He said that he didn’t write poems anymore. OUCH!!! I have not written poems in spaces well over a year (maybe longer) but I would never say that I don’t write poems anymore. When Mr Otton says such a thing, I snear and My bollocks are the first thing that come to mind. They fact that Mr Otton is class. A lovable bloke who with his continuos emotional twists through his full expressional journey, he must do poems, even if he doesn’t write one. He does poems and thats that, he doesn’t have to put pen to paper or even do one for his mate Zippy on his cult site. I argued with the man with one email liners and cos of who I am, I won. I have a poem sent to me this evening. It’s emotional class!! Wheres Wally, He in the mountains writing poems! Word!

Blacked Out Face:

Because I don’t want you to see my features
I’ve blacked out my face
I don’t want you to know my name
Or my school, my family or my dwelling place

My alcoholic dad ain’t around so much and
My mum likes a drink too
They have never taken me on holiday
Anyway, I couldn’t even spell ‘the Algarve’ or ‘Corfu’

Last August my flat burned down
Luckily no-one was hurt
I lost all my clothes and possessions
Every trainer, all my socks, each shirt

I moved into my sisters and stayed on the sofa
I slept on the cushions for thirty six weeks
I had a duvet and a sleeping bag
But I never had any fresh sheets

Older brother number one got a fifteen year old pregnant
Older brother number two is a little mad
He tried jumping out of a top floor window
Doctors sedated him in a cell covered in soft pad

After school, once a week, I pile on the minibus
We go out and about and scream and shout
Barbeques and football and wide games and a bonfire
Laughing, buzzing, getting naturally higher

But the best thing in my life by far
Was our residential trip to South Wales
We went for five days of wicked activities
It kept me from going off the rails

See this picture?
Here I am up near the top of a mountain
After hours of walking up it slowly
Fresh air
No traffic
No smog
Peace
The air in my lungs was like nothing I’d breathed before
Some of the lads moaned saying it was too tough
I loved every minute of it
I pushed through the times when it was a bit rough
By the waterfall
In my waterproofs
I didn’t care about anything
I closed my eyes
And I just listened
To the waterfall
I wanted to take that moment
And take it home
Back to my sofa
With no bed sheets
I wanted to take that moment
And put it in brother numbers twos padded cell
So he could listen to it
I wanted to take that moment
And send it to the baby to be
Made by brother number one
And the sounds of the moment would
Calm the baby it as it grows
Little fingers and tiny toes
Yeah by this waterfall
I was happy to be me
I liked being me
I liked the green grass
And the greener moss
It was soft
And I knew I’d be going back home soon
I wanted to go
And I didn’t want to
I wanted to see me mum
But also, I wanted to stay here
On the moss
By the waterfall
I dug deep in my pocket
And I rolled a cigarette
After I smoked it I put the butt in my pocket
Along with the empty crisp packets
Coz for the first time probably ever
I didn’t drop litter
Because I didn’t want to spoil the mountain for anyone else
I thought about God
And then I got Bex to take a photo of me
By the waterfall
I was tired
Well tired
I wanted to close my eyes
And sleep
The rush of the water replacing
The noise of my house
And the stress of the estate
This feeling I want to keep
And just sleep

17th September 2006. Walter Otton.

Hello all

Me and thee family are off two a three week festival bananza in cheltnham, ireland and isle of white. Keep in touch by commenting on my moblog which i will update photos regularly. Peace and love Man.

Haringey had a dustbin man strike in tottenham, it stinks!

residents of nham under attack
Residents of nham under attack
from self waste and self harm
Residents of nham under attack
the refuse department refuse

industrial action
to bring no action
as park lane stench is risen

industrial reaction
staffing no resolution
as the maggots cheer victory

two week away
in a dodge of comfort
as tents feel the bustle
of the uneven ground

a straight music weekend
stolen from surrey
as world music entertains
the classes around

Off to camp in the beauty of gower
as walks to the beach ache legs to the ground
oxwich bay gleams with sunlight
As three cliffs shade the distant seas

a couple more nights on the darkest mountain
in heart of brecon hills
a little hike up to the lake
and late night ale thrills

zip

I’ll try and find more photos from the last couple of weeks. Peace

Hello all, wer’e off to womad 2nite. Click here to see me mobile photos which I’ll try and do one per day. Also cos the fact that Womad is a wireless internet zone then I may be able to update the blog while I’m there.

Peace

the morning hits
the morning of pits
I ache from years past
The morning kicks

it hurts in pain
it hurts in apathy
as the plan you take
is lost in the walls of life

it’s not that bad
It’s fortunate in place
me world has it’s shape
but shape can’t expand

I have good days
and well clothed evenings
me path is pain free
but I wish for more

I ask for 5
I’m given 3
It feel like 1
I’m spoilt in my wishes

doesn’t make sense
but this city never does
I hide under my duvet
hoping that I can sleep ten minutes more
just ten minutes more