Mr Ben

Mr Ben



(inspired by old children’s cartoon series)


I’m down my local Marks&Sparks;

Trying out new clothes, need a new look;

Take my selection of trousers and shirts

Into the changing cubicle.


In khaki shorts and shirt,

I emerge onto a beach being heavily bombed;

Deafening thunder all around;

Actual people, with legs missing, dying in front of me.


I run like hell; dodge here, jump and roll there….

Screaming like a girl all the way;

And land in a hole;

With a soldier handing me a rocket launcher.



No time to ask questions,

I lean over the side

And hope this thing works like it does in the films.


Yay! It does.

As my little group duck and run across the street;

I see a Marks&Sparks

And dive into the first changing cubicle I see…


I pull the curtain slightly aside, and take a peek;

All is trees, birdsong and bright, warm sunshine;

What the hell……?

And I emerge, dressed in a grass skirt, and nothing else.


I look behind me for my curtained cubicle,

To see a big bloody dinosaur headed my way;

Scary looking giant thing with sharp claws and big teeth

Can run faster than Lewis Hamilton can drive.


I run,

Still screaming like a girl;

And run, smack into a tree.

Lights out. Night, night.


I awoke with a very bright blue moon shining down on me

And some furry slimy thing, with very bad breath,

Licking my face,



I sit up in disgust, it runs away in fear;

And I see a shadow flickering in the the light breeze

With a bright neon Marks&Sparks sign behind it;

It’s there… it disappears… it’s there….


I stand

And immediately fall to my hands and knees,

In blinding, nauseous pain;

I crawl to the shadow.



Back in my changing cubicle;

Nylon, plastic smell; plastic coldness;

No monsters, with big teeth.


I lay there I don’t know how long;

Everywhere hurt;

I’m covered in disgusting gunk;

And I still haven’t tried the trousers on.


It’s been a really weird day,

But, at 30 quid, I gotta make sure them trousers fit;

Wearily I remove my grass skirt

And get into something more manly.


They fit so snugly, the perfect length…

But an inner lining of web

Envelopes me

And some irresistible force draws from the safety of my cubicle.


To float in space.

Blackness… distant stars all around me….

And this big 2,000 metre tall baby beside me…

Sorry, embryo… wasn’t this in a film?


I float helplessly,

Looking at my pre-born self;

“Trust me, dude, it’s not worth the effort” I say

And the embryo explodes into a million shards of light.


And I find myself back in my cubicle;

In Marks&Sparks, on Walworth Road;

Still dressed in dirty jeans and sweatshirt;

I don’t know what they put in their coffee…


But it’s got some kick!



Author's Notes/Comments: 

definitely one of the best cartoons i saw as a kid

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Where is your mind at?

Where is your mind at?

By jfarrell


Rolled up my trouser leg… been hurting lots…

To see a golf ball-sized swelling on my shin….

You think you’d have noticed…

Swelling that big, when you hit it,

It must have hurt.


And I haven’t got a clue…

Duracell Donkey…

Working 12-16 hour days;

Midnight finishes; 4 am starts;

Not enough sleep.


I walked out of work today…

“You don’t wanna pay me? I don’t wanna work. Bye.”

And I feel really, REALLY proud of that..

Maybe I can still be a “man” someday…



Lost a days wages…. but… more importantly….

WTF did I do to my leg????????

I ain’t kidding.. killing me for days, but looked fine;

Hurts to walk, but I gotta work….

Looked to day… WTF??? golf ball??


My journey to work today, on the tube….

Well… “on the tube”….

Plugged into music….

Fighting space battles on the edge of the galaxy….

Starting revolutions ….

Giving in to the inevitable, pushing the button…

I, President of the….. start WWW3…

Welcome to the party ;-)




Queen - ‘flash’

You know the guitar riff… them lyrics, the beatles, need I say more?…

Men at Work - “It’s a mistake”….


Mixed in with some ‘hey, joe’, nine inch nails, dire straits…

John lee hooker, robert johnson…eric clapton….

…. and….

Eminem keeps wanting to join the party…

And I am VERY tempted ;-)


Being a depressive…

Trying to stay ‘positive’ and ‘upbeat’…

I skip him and a few great songwriters and guitarists right now….



Where TF are you????? knock knock…. reality shouting really LOUD!!!!



To hurt it like that… and not notice…




We’ve all been there.




Author's Notes/Comments: 

i bashed my leg against a lot of things this week.... i'm a drunk, i'm clumsy and being doing it for feking ages.....

but... seriously....

you'd think... to have that big aa swelling....  it would have hurt when you done it

and you'd rememeber it